"Yes, ma'am," he told her genially. Gesturing with the stack of paper, he asked, "Would you have a copy printed for Rowan? I'll get it to her and we can brainstorm together."

Dropping it on his desk, he rubbed his face, stifling a yawn. "But yes, you're absolutely right, after my next meeting, I'm calling it a day and going to crash for the rest of the afternoon. Scout's honor."