“Tess peeked through the open door to her office and winced. She was late. Even worse, Jeremy wasn’t. He was sitting with his back to her, facing her desk, head bent as he tapped out something on the screen of his phone. His dark brown hair was a little shorter than the last time she’d seen him, still long enough to put in a ponytail if he wanted, but not braidable. A thin strip of tanned skin was visible above the collar of his button-down shirt. He’d rolled up his sleeves almost to the... elbows, exposing nicely toned forearms, and what the hell was she doing checking out his body? Glancing around, she tried to decide which was the better course of action—barge right in, or slip back out of the doorway and try to pretend she was just showing up? Or maybe leave altogether and call in an apology? Suddenly, his head lifted, and he turned to look right at her, like he had a homing device or some damn thing.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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