“Mike and Ryan could find you, though. Easily.” My eyes widened. He was looking very much like a cat who had caught a mouse and wanted to toy with it a bit before having a little snack.
“Geez. Stalker much?”
“Not on Fridays.”
Then we were lost, both of us trying and failing to hold back our smiles.
He folded his arms, leaning on the doorframe. “Alright, Kiss Cam Nora, I’ll let you off the hook from answering that question if you answer another one. What are you doing here?” He motioned to my cart.
My body froze. I wasn’t sure which question was worse. Or how to give him just enough that he’d no longer be curious.
“Cathy is my aunt.”
“Cathy’s Cleaning Service,” he said softly. “All this time, I was working right across the hallway from your aunt?”
“I just moved back and…she needed some extra help, so I’m working here for a few months.”Oryears.
It was good, honest work. It was just…I had plans. Bigger plans than a moment like this might lead some people to believe. I hated that he was here in a suit and catching me at such a low point.
Before he could ask me anything else, I added, “What do you do at RDM?”
He held my gaze for a long moment before speaking. If this was going as well for him as I thought it was, I shouldn’t have to worry about running into him any more.
“I manage a few departments. Are you doing any work in graphic design?”
I opened my mouth, ready to evade an answer, when something puzzled me.
“Wait, did you run out of that meeting while it was still going?”
“Yep.”
My mouth dropped open. “Why?”
“Because I wanted to see you.”
“You can just do that?”
“I did.”
“Would your girlfriend have any issues about you chasing down random women while you’re supposed to be working?”
He cocked his head, one side of his lips curving into a grin. “Nice pivot.”
I scoffed. “That wasn’t a pivot. I…just…” I ended my extremely intelligent sentence with an annoyed look at him.
He huffed out a laugh. “I don’t think she’d mind me catching up with an old friend. And you’re not random.”
The heart inside of my chest skipped a beat at the way he said random. My brain scrambled for something else to focus on besides the dark gaze intent on me.
“So…um…how long have you been dating?”
A sliver of disappointment crossed over his face at my question, but it disappeared quickly. “Rachel and I have been together for almost three years.”
So it was the same brunette.
“That’s great,” I said brightly, hoping my eyes matched the tone of my voice.
“What are you doing right now?” he asked.
