She moved down the hallway toward the kitchen, seeking comfort food. Hot coffee, maybe. And something sweet. She deserved it after today.
Straight ahead, the balcony door was closed. It was starting to get cold at night. Summer slowly turning into autumn. What a year it had been so far. Last Christmas she’d grumbled at RSVPing to the Weisenberg Group’s company party without a date. Now, she had her dream job at Gadara Enterprises and two determined men she couldn’t resist.
Admittedly, the dream job was more of a nightmare and the two men were both in the off stage of the on-and-off relationships she had with each of them, but she wasn’t going to think about that now.
Eve was turning into the kitchen when Stevie Nicks’s beautiful “Crystal” replaced the silence. She stopped midstride. Then cautiously started forward again, continuing to where the hall emptied into the living room.
On the coffee table, a silver champagne bucket held a napkin-wrapped bottle next to two half-full flutes. The man at her entertainment center felt her gaze and turned to face her. Although he appeared casual and relaxed, his dark gaze was avid.
“Hi.”
“Hi, yourself.”
He approached, picking up the glasses along the way. “I hope you don’t mind that I popped in.”
“You’re always welcome. Nothing is going to change that.”
A cool flute was pressed into her hand. She looked down, catching sight of something circular glittering at the bottom. Her breath caught.
“I’m glad to hear that.” he murmured with his warm fingers wrapped around hers. “Because I have a question to ask you…”