“No. I have a driver coming to pick me up. And I have another car, remember? The R8.”

“Oh, right.” She waved a hand. “You billionaires always have a spare sports car lying around.”

As they headed for the stairs, he swatted her ass. “I hear that sarcasm, Ms. Carlson.”

She grinned.

He was happy to see her smiling. And he really liked seeing those pretty sapphires on her ears.

They walked into the main office. It was busy today, with several people sitting in offices, or walking through the central open space.

Harlow raised a brow. “Who are all these people?”

“Vander subcontracts on larger cases, and he has a few extra employees for specialized jobs. Like surveillance and security.”

Saxon strode out of an office and spotted them. “Hi. Harlow, how are you doing?”

“Okay.”

The man reached out and gave her a quick hug. “You gave us a scare.”

“Well, as I’ve been told numerous times, it was only a nick. How’s my sister? She hasn’t driven you crazy yet?”

Saxon grinned, lighting up his handsome face. “She must save that for you.”

Vander appeared. “I hear I have an extra employee today.”

“You paying me?” Harlow asked. “Maybe you could lure me away from my current boss. He’s a workaholic dragon—”

Easton tugged her so she collided with his chest and then kissed her. It took two seconds to have her melting against him. “Be good.”

She nodded. “Be safe. Don’t freak poor Gina out. She’s terrified of you.”

He kissed her again, then he met Vander’s gaze over her head. His brother nodded, getting Easton’s message to keep Harlow safe.

“Watch out,” Easton warned his brother. “She’ll have your office organized and alphabetized, if you aren’t careful.”

Harlow poked her tongue out. Easton felt the urge to kiss her again, and decided why the hell not? He left her breathless.

“Go make some millions,” she said.

“I’ll pick you up this afternoon. Remember, be good.”

“Go.” She shooed him out.

Easton strode out to meet his driver. He hated leaving her, and made himself drag in a deep breath. It was time to focus on work, but for the first time, he was finding that impossible.

Chapter Nineteen

Harlow opened the small file room and shuddered. “You can’t be serious with this?”

Vander shrugged one broad shoulder. “Most of our files are electronic. Ace has those organized.”

But this small file room was overflowing with files, reports, and towering piles of paper.

Harlow pushed up her sleeves. “I’m going to get this organized.”

“Have at it. Stay inside.”

She saluted him.