Men!
I was feeling everything as I got ready for work. Happy, anxious, afraid, excited. My stomach was a ball of nerves, so I couldn’t eat anything. I was barely able to choke down a cup of coffee.
I just wanted to see Dylan. Look into his eyes and know that everything was going to be okay. Thatwewere going to be okay.
Ryan kept sending me weird looks as he drove us to work in his Jeep Grand Cherokee. After the fifth one, I finally lost it.
“What?” The word popped out of my mouth before I realized, sounding all aggressive and annoyed. Mostly because I was.
“Um, what do you mean?” His eyes were suddenly fixed forward and his words were cautious. Like I was the crazy one here.
I was starting to feel like that was true. “You keep giving me weird looks. What is going on?”
“I…don’t know what you’re talking about. This is my normal face.” He checked his mirrors and merged into the left lane then muttered under his breath, “not a morning person I guess.”
Like I was a crazy person.
I wasn’t.
Was I?
Shit. Maybe I was.
I muffled a groan and buried my face in my hands. I just wanted to see Dylan and know everything was going to be okay between us.
Yeah, I was the crazy one here.
“Sorry. This weekend was a lot. I just need to talk to Dylan.”
Ryan nodded but didn’t say anything.
I sighed and sat back in my seat and let Metallica serenade us the rest of the drive to work.
But when we arrived, Dylan was nowhere to be found. The paint shed was still locked, and the lobby was empty. I walked down the hall to Austin’s office and the meeting room, but both were empty too.
Weird.
I sat behind my desk and sorted out a few things then just sat there, twiddling my thumbs.
Where was he?
I got out my phone and checked, but I wasn’t missing any messages from him.
The knot in my stomach grew.
So when the front door chimed, and Dylan came walking in, I pounced.
“Good morni—” was all he got out before I grabbed him and kissed him. But he didn’t seem to mind. His arms wrapped around me as he kissed me back all minty fresh and delicious.
I was vaguely aware of the sound of the door chiming again, but I didn’t really realize what it meant. This was important.
But Dylan pushed against my shoulders and broke our kiss. “We probably shouldn’t be doing this at work.”
Work. Right. My face flushed as I turned to whichever Burns brother had interrupted us but found a camera in my face instead of the grumpy Austin I’d been expecting. “Shit.”
Dylan scowled at the camera, moving his body between me and them.
Shit.
