Chapter Nineteen
OWEN
Lisa's exhausted. Any i***t with a pulse can see it, and I'm surprised that Mac didn't mention it at dryland training this morning. There's no hiding the shadows under her eyes. Colic sucks. Jefferson had terrible colic when he was an infant and I thought Shannon was going to lose her mind with worry. But he grew out of it, and now he's a three-year-old terror.
A flush creeps up her cheeks as my words register. "I appreciate the offer, but I don't want to keep you from your day off. I know how hard you've been working."
It comes with the territory when you're a CFO of a growing company. "And this is how I want to spend my day off. With you. And Polly," I remember to add. "Finish your coffee, enjoy your croissant, go take a shower, and do whatever you need before c
