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I fumble with what words to say next, but he goes on. “This is pretty strange, right?”
So it’s awkward for him, too.
“Maybe a little.”
“We’ll grab some breakfast on the way. We can get something for your sisters.”
He’s so courteous. I’d rather have the omelet. And sex.
But I only say, “Sure.”
And that’s what happens. We load in his car, stop for breakfast croissants at a bakery drive-through, and I make it in time for Tillie’s departure.
I get a peck on the lips instead of a pecker in my parts.
And that’s it. Date number two is all about the cat.
And the pussy getting all the attention isn’t mine.
I have four days left.
And one date.
Chapter 28
DREW
Well, hell.
After dropping Ensley off at her sister’s house, I spend an hour looking for places Sasha can get lost in, then shore them up. The dishwasher cover is tightened down so the opening is too small for even a clever kitten.
I find a few other spots where she could escape. A crawl space behind the utility room cabinets. A narrow gap beside the stove.
By midafternoon, I’m chopping onions and avocado, planning for a meal and wishing I was cooking for two instead of one. I could call Ensley over, maybe start the next date.
But what am I doing, really? She’s an employee. And we’re already acting every shade of inappropriate. Can I maintain any sort of relationship with her, even if it’s only physical, and still be her boss? It’s only a matter of time before Maria and Vera and even clueless Todd figure out what we’re doing in my office.
And I know what I want to happen in my office. I can picture every delectable moment of it.
When did Ensley James get in my head?
The wedding?
When she showed up to save my clinic from the rash of bad receptionists?
But she’s always been there, even when I didn’t acknowledge it, even when I assumed I’d never see her again.
And now I know she was wishing I would save her.
Nobody ever looks to me for something tangible or steady. Not unless they have four legs and a tail. But she does.
My phone chimes from the other side of the kitchen. I set down my knife and walk over to it. Ensley has sent a text. She’s back from dropping off her sister.
There’s no denying how much my mood lifts at seeing her name.
I should hold back, not encourage her. I should keep our dates formal and contained.
But I don’t.
