Lyndon didnt press further, but curiosity flickered in his eyes.
Tilda set her coffee down, the hint of a smirk on her Lips.
Honestly, I just came to remind everyone that Im still Mrs.
Fernandez.
Now that Ive ditched my glasses, I worry your receptionists might think Im some random visitor if I dont come more often.
He chuckled, catching the humor in her words, and glanced at his watch.
Hungry? Want to grab something to eat? Tilda pondered for a moment.
What do you usually eat? Ill just have what youre having. He raised an eyebrow, teasing, Are you sure? Yes! she insisted.
Youre so picky; whatever you eat must be good.
He squinted at her, feigning offense.
So, youre calling me hard to please? She laughed, shaking her head.
Youre so dramatic! If I ever run out of ideas for a script, I know who to ask.
Lyndon smirked, enjoying the banter.
Sure, but will you pay me? Oh, Ill pay you a dollar, she teased.
He leaned back, grinning.
A reward from my wife, no matter how small, is always welcome.
Lyndon certainly was better at teasing her.
She fell silent for a moment, her heart swelling at the playful affection between them.
Just then, Lyndons phone buzzed on the desk.
Lyndon was just about to rise from the sofa when Tilda stepped forward, her voice quick and light.
Let me get your phone for you.
He paused, his brow lifting slightly.
Tilda hadnt been this helpful in a while. His gaze followed her as she crossed the room to his desk.
There was something deliberate in her movement, a touch too casual to be innocent.
Tilda picked up his phone, glancing at the screen.
A faint smile tugged at her Lips.
Of course, it was Rita calling.
Tilda raised the phone, giving it a slow shake in his direction.
Its Rita.
Want me to answer it for you? Lyndons eyes narrowed slightly, amusement flickering behind them.Shed been waiting for this, hadnt she? The anticipation in her voice wasnt lost on him.