Sparkle stood, sweeping that intent gaze over him from face to bare feet and back again, its touch making her belly flutter in feminine awareness. “I’d like to stay while you and Oliver go over everything and get up to speed on what’s happening with J3 Foundation and the school.”
It surprised him that she seemed genuinely interested in what they did.
He smiled. “Sure, that’s fine.” He began digging out papers to show him, and Oliver knocked on the door a few minutes later. Together, they spent three hours reviewing documents, lists, contracts, and plans of attack for how they might counter any resistance to their program within the local community rebellion.
Occasionally Sparkle asked a thoughtful question but otherwise, she absorbed everything in silence, filing it all away into what
