“Okay, then let me be clear. Do you feel threatened by Dana?”
“Not unless she’s going to join our firm as a partner.”
“So just business then?”
She looked at him. “What else?”
“Fine. Then I can tell you unequivocally that she will never be joining King and Maxwell.”
He looked away and thus didn’t see Michelle bite her lip and inwardly groan.
“Look, I’m sorry, Sean. I didn’t mean it like that. The words got jumbled up coming out of my stupid mouth.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Hey, I don’t deserve—”
She stopped when she saw him turn and smile at her.
“Jealously is good for a relationship, business or otherwise,” he said.
“You’re a shit, you really are.”
“I’ll admit on the record that I am occasionally a shit.”
“I’d punch you except you’re injured.”
“You’ve hit me before when I’ve been injured.”
“Yeah, but you’re older now. I don’t want to do permanent damage.”
He reached over and gripped her hand. “Do you know what I wished for when I was sitting next to your hospital bed waiting for you to wake up?”
Her gaze grew serious. “What?”
“That I would be the first person you’d see when you did wake up.”
“And you were,” she said, her voice suddenly cracking.
“Yeah, I was,” he said.
“So your wish was answered.”
“My wish was answered as soon as you opened your eyes.”
“If we keep this up you’re going to see me cry for the first time in your life.”
“Not the first time.”
She looked at him for a long moment. “I know.”
Sean’s phone rang. It was Edgar.
“Better take it,” said Michelle. She turned away and wiped her eyes clear.
“Hello, Edgar.” Sean listened. “Yeah, right, but… Well, I know that, only… Okay, I guess you didn’t understand that it was only a—Hello?”
He put down the phone, looking disturbed.