Rosalynn stayed quiet for a beat. "Yeah, hope I didn't crash your little rendezvous with Miss Sunshine."

What a jab!

Brian arched a brow. “Babe, I dig that jealousy. Serve me up some more."

Rosalynn chuckled inside but kept her mouth zipped.

Worried she might read too much into it, Brian laid it out, dead serious. "Listen up, don't get it twisted. The chick who answered was Betsy, from PR. She was at the office last night when things got dicey. Some troublemakers tried to hit me with a chair. She was injured trying to protect me. I was just at the hospital visiting her and a few other injured employees."