NOTHING IS GOING ON.
EVERYTHING IS GOING ON.
I force another smile. “I appreciate that, Evan. Really. But I’m good.”
“Okay.” He steps back. “Let me know if you need anything.”
The moment he walks away, I release a breath that could power a hot-air balloon.
I scrub my hands over my face.
Okay.
Ruby.
Focus.
Focus on work.
Focus on not thinking about the way Jaxon looked at you.
Focus on the deadline.
Focus on breathing like a functioning adult.
I open my document.
I stare at the blank page.
The blank page stares back in judgment.
I type:
“Welcome to the annual Valentine’s Desire Issue, where..."
I stop.
I delete.
I type:
“Love is..."
Delete.
I type:
“Sex is..."
Delete.
I type:
“Jaxon Cole is ruining my life.”
DELETE DELETE DELETE DELETE.
This is impossible.
