Mason
“Almost done,” I called as someone knocked on my door.
My assistant always got antsy at this time of day—not that I could blame her. By rights, she should have been able to leave an hour ago.
The door creaked open and I glanced up to find Trent standing in the doorway, a bottle of pills in his hand.
“What’s up? Something wrong?” My heart rate ticked up a few notches, but Trent shook his head.
“Just some prenatal vitamins. Just in case.” He shook the bottle, then set it on my desk. “You seeing her anytime soon?”
“I was going to stop by the zoo on my way home, actually, so I’ll bring these with me.”
“The zoo?” Trent raised his eyebrows.
“She’s a conservationist there. Works with the endangered animals.”
“You nerds all know how to pick each other.”
“You’re a nerd, too
