Emily was busy replying to a work message when she looked up, a little spaced out. “My what?”
“Your phone,” Tristan said, “and my birthday present.”
Emily paused, choosing to answer the first part. “You want to look at my phone?”
He raised his eyebrow. “Am I not allowed?”
She thought for a second. “Hang on, I’m still answering some work stuff.”
Tristan leaned in, clearly not thrilled. “Who keeps needing you this late?”
He was peeking shamelessly at her screen, like he was just waiting to catch her out.
“Just a couple of messages. I’ll be done soon,” Emily replied, her fingers moving quickly.
Of course, her “couple of messages” turned into ten whole minutes of back-and-forth. Tristan watched the whole time, silent but obviously impatient, until she finally finished up.
He reached over and gently stroked the back of her hand. “You work so hard. My Ms. Blair, out here supporting the household.”
“Don’t get cheeky,” Emily said, shrugging her shoulder and bumping his head lightly.
She handed over her phone. It was unlocked. “Go ahead, take a look.”
Tristan accepted it, making a show of scrolling through her messages. “By the way, you still haven’t told me where you hid my birthday present.”
Emily watched him as he scrolled. He looked like he was doing some kind of investigation, checking each chat carefully. Most of her contacts were just people from work, so there really wasn’t anything interesting to see.
Tristan had to know that, but he kept up the act, his face all serious, like he actually thought he’d find something.
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