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“Yeah, well, what I wouldn’t give to redo those days. But then I don’t know if I’d be standing right here, and I know this is where I’m supposed to be.”
I stepped into his arms, rested my head on his shoulder, and closed my eyes. This was where I was meant to be, too.
“We should probably get my car,” I whispered, tightening my grip on him.
“And get to work,” he agreed.
“But there’s a bed.”
His hands slipped down to my ass as he toed the door closed. “And this ass. Fuck.”
Needless to say, we were both late to work.
* * *
I beat him to the office because he still had to go home and change after dropping me off at my car. But I made a mad dash as soon as I hit the building. My heels were not cooperating with me either, and for the first time in a while, I wished that I’d chosen flats. Even though the heels made me feel empowered.
I was feeling pretty empowered regardless of my shoe choice today.
Julia was waiting at my desk when I arrived. She was impatiently tapping her black flats as Matt tried to engage her in conversation. Julia had a total don’t-fuck-with-me vibe that Matt had to either be too stupid or too self-absorbed to realize. I was starting to suspect both.
“There you are!” Julia cried, jumping up from my seat.
“Yeah, sorry about that. Car trouble.”
“Landon must have had the same kind of car trouble,” Matt muttered under his breath.
“What?” I asked, hoping I sounded confused. Even though my heart was thwacking away inside my chest like a bird in a cage.
“Landon isn’t in yet,” Julia informed me.
“Really? Weird. Did he really have car trouble?” I asked.
Matt eyed me suspiciously, as if not buying what I was saying. “We don’t know. He’s just not here.”
I shrugged. “Doesn’t he have physical therapy or something?”
“For what?” Matt asked.
“Golf injury.”
“How do you know so much about Landon anyway?”
“Well…we’ve been friends since high school. He dated my best friend.”
“Huh,” Matt said. His eyebrows scrunched together, as if he were contemplating something really hard.
I hoped he was thinking that the line I’d fed him was the truth.
Sure, Landon and I were friends. Yep.
“I didn’t realize that,” Matt said finally.
“Anyway,” Julia said, “we’re not here to talk about Landon. I’m here to schedule your interview.”
“My interview for the lead engineer spot?” I gasped, bouncing on the balls of my feet.
“Yes. That’s right.”
