and thankfully the trash talk was only loud enough for Campbell to hear since the mini-man across the office was raising hell. “I do not look at her any differently,” Campbell argued. “Oh hell. Maybe I need to run to my office and get boots on ’cause shit is getting deep in here.” “Keep your voice down. I’m simply attuned to her in a different way because she’s my client.” Natalie handed baby Wyatt off to Angela and they discussed baby stuff over the din of his upset. “You’ve had more than a dozen very good-looking, seriously attractive females for clients and you’ve never looked at any of them the way you are looking at Natalie now. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. I’m just telling you to be careful. I got your back but just remember what the objective is.” “I won’t forget.” Clay raised an eyebrow at him and finally moved past him toward his wife. “Baby, it’s late. Let’s get munchkin home, fed, bathed, and to bed so we can catch some shut-eye too. It’s been a long day for all of us and Campbell still has some logistics to work out with Natalie before they can stamp this day done.” Clay took Wyatt from her and put him up on his shoulder, which actually seemed to hit the pause button on his crying. Patting his back, Clay kissed his wife just as she was no doubt going to argue. “But maybe Natalie would like to come stay with us for a couple days. You know, ’til things calm down.” Natalie started it. “No, thank you.” “Hell, no.” Campbell’s answer was a little less on the friendly scale. And Clay capped it right off. “I don’t think so.” Angela laughed. “Wow. Talk about being outvoted.” Natalie tugged her close and hugged her. “I love that you would offer. Adore you for wanting to protect me, but no one for any reason or any threat is running me out of my house. Not gonna happen.” She eyed Campbell. It was a borderline glare but he decided to upsell their working relationship if that helped him sleep at night. Damn. Maybe he was turning into a girl since being all in touch with his feelings was coming more naturally. Natalie looked back at Angela with a super-fake smile plastered on her face. “Campbell and I are going to stick around just a little bit longer to hammer a few things out and then I’ll be safe at my place.” Angela gave her the pleading face. “But I’m worried about you and I don’t like you being all alone at your place. You don’t even have cameras there.” “And I don’t want cameras there. Too creepy.” “Come on, Angela.” Clay patted her back, and baby Wyatt whimpered as if he were gonna let his tears flow again. “Let’s head out of here and maybe we can find some time tomorrow to go to the clinic for a little bit before that fitting you have with…some chick whose name I’ll never remember.” “Ruskta Bogenskya,” Angela offered up. “The figure skater?” Campbell asked. “Yep. She’s getting married, which is all hush-hush, so she hired me to make her wedding gown. She hinted I might have to let it out a little in the middle if you catch my drift.” As if on cue, Angela yawned. “I’ll be fine. I promise. Nobody is taking me out,” Natalie told her with one more hug. “Not on my watch,” Campbell finished for her. Angela came over and hugged him fiercely. She was like a sister to him. Made him miss his own sister and he reminded himself again to call her and check up on her and the kids. Angela walked out and Clay clapped Campbell on the back as he stepped through the doorway. “We’re a phone call away if you need anything.” Campbell called to his back. “Will you reset the alarm system when you leave so I’ll be notified if anything weird happens while we chat?” Clay stepped to the box next to the door and input his code to arm the system. “Done.” Angela waved and they were gone. Campbell grabbed his office door and shut it. “Did we need privacy from the