With the perfect poker face, Belias couldn’t tell if this was a set up or if she was serious. It could go either way. “Look into? Professionally or otherwise?”
Sorcha ducked her head and laughed. “Are you still mad about my little trick?” Warm brown eyes met steely onyx. She drew in a sharp breath. “You are!”
Dissolving into giggles, Belias had to wait for Sorcha to regain her composure before he replied. “You set me up.”
She flapped her hand. “Oh pish. It’s hardly my fault you won’t make the first move. He’s adorable and you look good together. I did you a favour.”
“Don’t tell me, you ‘ship it’,” he replied, making air quotes with his fingers.
She laughed, “Belias, you’re so pre-millennial.”
A dark brow shot up. “Did you just call me a baby boomer?”
More laughter. “Hardly! You’re far too booming to be a boomer, darling.” A notification on her phone had her rising from her chair. “Time to play with a real boomer and all his misogyny.”
Belias followed two paces behind, saying, “Try not to ruin his ego too much, you still need his vote when you go to the board.”
