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talking, “If there’s nothing more?”
    Staring him down for several moments, the room sat silent until EJ rose to his feet. “Have a great weekend gentlemen, see you all Monday morning.”
    I sat and waited until the boardroom was empty before I walked over to the large pane window and looked out at the city. The sky was an unattractive gray, there were no individual clouds giving away a hint of rain, just still, calm gray. My mind wandered to thoughts of Dyson and what he might be doing at this moment in time.
    “Something on your mind, Harley?” Clayton asked.
    I considered Clayton a good friend. Of the Brothers Grimm he was the one I spent the most time with since we were in the sales department and worked closely together. I wouldn’t say I confided in him, but he knew things about me that others did not. I wasn’t sure if he knew my sexual status, I was almost certain he did not. And there was no way he had a clue I had a thing for his little brother.
    “Nope.”
    “I need your opinion,” he said. “I want to take another crack at the Evan’s contract, I’ve made quite a few revisions and I’m confident they are going to like the changes. Would you look it over for me?”
    “Sure thing, leave it on my desk and I’ll get to it Monday first thing,” I told him while remaining fixed to the view of the busy street outside. “Tell me something?”
    “I knew you couldn’t not say anything,” Clayton laughed, but I wasn’t amused.
    “If you were in Dyson’s shoes, how would you be feeling right now?”
    “I don’t do feelings,” Clayton snapped.
    Turning and walking past him on the way to the door, I kept my emotions in check and my eyes straight ahead as I spoke, “Maybe if you did…”
    “What is that supposed to mean?” Clayton asked, following closely, as I headed back to my office.
    “He’s your brother, but I guess that doesn’t mean anything,” I stopped at my office door, bracing my hand across the threshold, a clear indication he was not invited in. “Not my business, sorry I said anything.”
    “No, it’s not,” Clayton snarled.
    “See you Monday,” I said, stepping into my office and closing the door in his face.
    I should have slammed the fucking thing in his face, but too much drama would have been a fatal mistake, giving away more than I was willing to have anyone know.
    The time on my desk clock said four forty, twenty minutes to kill before the freedom of the weekend. I was looking forward to forty-eight hours of R&R and the party at Chances . With a cunning grin, I officially declared it Chivas night with my sights set on taking only one prisoner, and that prisoner was going to be Dyson Michaels.

Chapter Four
    ~Dyson~
     
    Friday was the longest day in existence. It was a slow agonizing wait as I watched it drag by. I thought five o’clock would never come. I caught only one fleeting glimpse of Harley in the form of a quick good morning in the lunchroom, I could kick myself for hurrying off but I didn’t expect him to be in there, his presence took me by surprise. I could be such a dork sometimes. He dashed past my door on his way to the Friday afternoon wrap-up meeting, I wish he had stopped, even just to say hello. The wrap-up weekly meeting was to determine what took priority Monday morning and designate the boardroom for meetings since we only had one. I was not invited, no one put the accounting department on the priority list, unless there was some kind of monetary bonus due and then I was invited.
    The more I thought about what Harley had said, the more I was convinced that as much as I loved them, my brothers were a bunch of narcissistic douchebags. My best interest was the farthest thing from their minds. I had this sick feeling deep in the pit of my stomach that they would be happy if I simply evaporated into thin air, or if I could be brushed off of their suit jackets like a ball of worthless lint and tossed into the trash. I hated to think that my