Stifling a yawn, I pop my head into my boss’s office, hoping I’m just doing something wrong. I didn’t sleep well last night, because I spent too many hours replaying every single interaction I had with Logan at Mira’s place. And the way he stared at my lips when he walked me to my door.
I swear, he was thinking about kissing me again. And I would have let him.
Tess winces. “Yeah. Someone should be out to fix it on Monday.”
Monday? Well, crap. That’s not going to help me today. I’d run out and grab something from a coffee shop, but I’m swamped.
“Bummer. Okay, thank you.”
“Sorry!” Tess calls after me when I hurry back to my desk.
This is going to be a very long day.
I slump in my chair, head heavy and thoughts sluggish. It’s not ideal, especially considering the last-minute work I have todo to make sure all the Thanksgiving-time donating we do in the community comes together without a hitch.
The Rogues partner with Second Harvest Heartland to feed thousands of local families throughout the year, but our efforts really ramp up around the holidays. While Reed and I were lucky that our parents left us set up with decent life insurance policies, I know how fortunate we were in that. It easily could have been us needing help from local food pantries.
My phone buzzes on my desk, and I flip it over, expecting to see messages in the Hockey Honeys chat. Except it’s not the girls. It’s a certain blond hockey player who had my heart and mind racing so wildly it kept me up half the night.
Logan
Good morning. Did you start your hockey book last night?
I grin because I actually did start it when I couldn’t fall asleep.
Me
I did…
Logan
If you ever need someone to ask hockey related questions to, I’m here.
Thanks. I don’t think our romance book is going to be overly technical, though.
You never know. *winking emoji* How’s your morning?
A little better now that he’s texting me, but even cute messages from a hot hockey player aren’t quite enough to wake me all the way up.
Me
It would be better if the office coffee maker wasn’t broken. I’m dying here.
Logan
Did you stay up too late reading?
Only because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.
Me
Maybe…
Bryson grumbles at his desk about traffic andstupid coffee machines,and at least I’m not the only grumpy one.
Me
Everyone is tired and grumpy. We’ll be lucky if it’s not a bloodbath by lunchtime. I’m going to put on my headphones and ignore everyone.
