“Yeah. I’ll be upstairs, let me know if you need anything,” she said, heading to the back of the restaurant where the stairs were.

“Oh hey, how’s your car?” he asked, calling out to her before she reached the stairs. Turning, she could see the look of concern on his face. The gossip chain. She should have known. Actually, she was kind of surprised her phone hadn’t blown up yet. Then again, it was pretty early in the morning for Lexie to be awake, and if Patrick had kept her busy before bed last night... “Nothing weird when you got home?”

“Car’s in the shop getting the paint fixed, and my apartment and building were completely untouched,” she said, tapping her finger on the doorway to the stairs, hiding the unease she still felt over the entire situation.

“How late did Luke stay?” Michael asked, his voice deceptively casual. Olivia shot him a repressive look, which did absolutely nothing to deter the mischievous look on his face.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t remind me that I still owe you one,” she said silkily.

That made the expression on his face drop into worry, which was more than a little gratifying. Hiding her snicker, Olivia turned and headed up the stairs to her office.

“You okay there, boss?”

The concerned voice of his foreman had Luke jerking out of the daze he was in. Being distracted on an active construction site was not good.

“Sorry Bill,” he said, turning to face the other man. Bill had about twenty years and forty pounds on Luke, and he was one of Luke’s most invaluable employees. His grizzled face was screwed up in worry as he studied Luke, brow deeply furrowed. “Just lost in thought.”

Bill’s lips twisted. “Maybe this isn’t the best spot for that?”

It was the closest Bill would come to chiding him.

“Maybe not,” Luke said, sighing as he stepped back from the wall frame he’d been standing next to. Staring at without seeing it.

His mind had been on the night before with Olivia. This morning he’d felt the familiar call to go to Marquis but... he’d made himself go to work. Not just because he was still processing everything from the scene she’d done with him, but because he needed to check out the on-going jobs anyway. He normally didn’t get super involved with any of the businesses he invested in, only checking in on them on an irregular basis. Helping out with the construction jobs for his company was what he preferred to do with his time.

At least, it had been what he preferred to do.

Now he wanted to go by Marquis. See Olivia. Probe his feelings.