Chapter Nineteen

Before she could bump into the ottoman, he rushed to her side and took her arm, guiding her away from the furniture and out the door.

“Carter’s standing in the middle of the room,” he said quietly, and Carter’s eyes snapped to him.

“So where can we work?” asked Carter.

“Where’s my laptop?” asked Mira.

At a loss, Nate said, “I can go out for a few hours and let you set up in my study.”

“Mira,” said Carter, “I have your laptop. Layla should be here soon, I gave her the address.”

As if hell bent on proving Nate’s uselessness, Carter took Mira by the arm then glared at Nate expectantly.

“Uh, right this way,” he said, leading them through the suite and down the hall where his study was situated across the hallway from his entertainment den.

As soon as he got to his desk, Nate collected the documents that were strewn across it and tucked them into a filing cabinet, then closed a number of spreadsheets and Web pages on his computer. He switched out of his user and into the guest one, and sa