"That won't be necessary," he said firmly.
Shantel paused. "Pardon?"
She watched as Richard straightened to his full height, the light from her office windows catching the crisp lines of his suit. "I didn't come here for our appointment to be rescheduled. It's nearly lunchtime and I want you to take a break?"
She gave him a blank look. "And you're suddenly concerned about my health?"
"I'm concerned about you," he said, rounding the desk again. "And I know you probably didn't go back to sleep after our conversation earlier this morning. So I think a little lunch break will do you a whole lot of good."
Shantel couldn't help but roll her eyes, irritated but faintly amused. "So caring."
"Can't help it," Richard said as he took her pen out of her hand like it belonged to him. "So I'm taking you out for lunch now. We'll talk over lunch."
