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I won’t think about Brock.
I’ll read the article Lizzy suggested, whatever it is. She said something about the castle.
Ah ha.
Here it is
It’s about the Mini Windsor Castle. The one on the edge of town.
As I start to read, I lift my mug of herbal tea to my lips and breathe in the citrus-scented steam. I draw in a sip of tangerine flavors and try desperately to think about the words before me.
But it’s not working. I can’t focus. All I can think about is how it felt to stand in that doorway with Brock twenty minutes ago.
Note to self: don’t stand that close to him.
Ever again.
It felt like all the air was sucked up out of the building, standing there next to him.
Probably because he made me witness his session on the chin-up bar just before we had that moment in his doorway. It should be against the rules for a man that good-looking to do chin-ups during a meeting.
Then again, it’s not like I’ve been following office rules lately.
I’m pretty sure I’ve broken a few.
If Lizzy weren’t my best friend, I’d worry about an intervention from Human Resources, given the shenanigans going on between me and Brock. I mean, we’ve been flirting. At work. This is supposed to be a professional place, not a building where singles can meet and mingle.
Sheesh.
I take another sip of my tea, and try for a second time to start reading.
But it’s impossible.
When I spot Clay as he steps through the shipping department doors, I realize that I’ve barely read two sentences in the article.
He walks my way, hands shoved in his pockets.
He looks moody, a mix of discouragement and frustration, which has pretty much been his norm since he graduated college as a music major six years ago.
“Hey,” he mumbles when he reaches my desk. “You got a minute?”
I glance warily at my watch. “I have two and a half, actually. More if I feel like paying for an extended break later. What’s up?”
“Roofer stopped by.”
“The house?”
He nods. He knows I’m referring to the house we’re flipping, not Mom’s. “Yeah. I was there, chilling.”
“Why weren’t you at Mom’s?”
“She’s home from work today. She was giving me a hard time for gaming.”
I purse my lips but fight back any snippy responses. Sounds like he’s already heard it from Mom.
“It is really nice out,” I say instead as I paste a smile on my lips and wave toward the door. “So sunny. She just wants you to enjoy it.”
Not lie around with a headset on, playing video games. Wasting your potential, day after day.
