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“No, I mean, yes. Of course we are friends.”
“Who on occasion have kissed,” he said.
“What are you getting at, Dustin?”
“I propose that Monday morning I walk into your office and I ask you out. And when I do, you’re going to say yes.”
Rylie’s hands came up to rest on his shoulders. “What if I say no?”
He pretended to consider this outcome. “Ehh, I think I’m still going to give it a shot. I’m like ninety-nine percent certain you’re going to say yes.”
“And until then?” she asked.
“I’m going to be a professional and keep my hands to myself.”
“You mean the hands that are currently resting on my lower back? Those hands?”
He dropped his arms from around her and grinned sheepishly. “Starting now.”
Rylie gave him a gentle push. “I guess we’ll see on Monday then, huh?”
“I guess we will.”
Chapter 23
Dustin waited inside Kelly’s office later that afternoon, his leg wiggling impatiently. He’d already decided to give Kelly the heads up about what he’d planned to do and tender his resignation. He was hoping that coming clean would score him some brownie points and maybe she wouldn’t share his nefarious plot with Rylie and the rest of the company.
Did he need to tell her? No, she’d probably never find out that he’d almost ruined her. But just in case, he’d rather have everything out in the open than hide it and have it come back to bite him in the ass.
“Dustin,” Kelly said, as she came in the room behind him and he stood up. “I wasn’t expecting you in here. Should I close the door?”
“Please.”
The door clicked shut, and she shot him a curious glance as she came around her desk. “Is there something wrong?”
“You could say that.” He cleared his throat, calling for the nerve. “I’d like to tender my resignation.”
She stilled for several seconds, half sitting, half standing, and finally sunk into the chair. “All right. May I ask why?”
“I was hired under false pretenses.”
Kelly’s eyebrows arched. “Oh?”
“I applied here because I thought I could write a tell-all about celebrity bridezillas.”
She leaned forward on her elbows, resting her chin on her folded hands. “Uh huh. And you no longer think you can write the book?”
“No, I know I could,” he said. “I just don’t want to.”
“I see. Well, why tell me this at all then? If you no longer wish to pursue the book.”
“I’m one of those people who believes when you keep secrets, they eventually rise to the surface and destroy you. So, I’d rather be honest and forthcoming now than suffer the consequences later.”
“I appreciate the honesty. Can I ask what changed your mind?”
He shifted in his chair uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to hurt you or the business.”
“Anyone else?”
