He tucked her hair behind her ear and ran his fingers down her jaw. “See? Fun.”
Sheila pulled away. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Her words didn’t match her action.
“Okay, we can have fun together.”
He felt a smile spread his lips wide. “Great. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at six.”
“You don’t have my address.”
“Text it to me.”
“I don’t have your phone number.”
“I put it in your phone.”
She gaped at him.
“You really should have a lock on your screen.” He said it with all seriousness, though he was teasing her.
She pressed the home button, and a keypad popped up. “What is this?”
“Like I said, you should have a key code.” He smiled innocently. “I gave you one.”
“What is it?” she asked, her voice shrill.
He winked. “5353.”
“Your jersey number? I’m so changing that.” Her thumbs flew as she opened her phone. Once it worked, she pulled the door handle up and slid out. “I have to go. There’s still so much to do.”
He nodded. She had Post-it Notes over Post-it Notes in a small leather planner in her purse. He wasn’t here to distract her; that could be a problem for all of them. She was important to the organization, and this project was important to her. He didn’t want to get in the way of that. “I know. Let me know if I can help.”
She nodded and wiggled her phone. “I’m still changing the code.”
He lifted a shoulder. The moment the door shut, he sent her a text.No, you won’t.
He knew the second she read it, because her shoulders drew back and she brought the phone up to her nose. Her reply came through with lightning speed.Wouldn’t you like to know if I did or didn’t, Swim Trunks?
He laughed out loud. Yeah. They should do more of this—have more fun together. And then, they should explore other ways to have fun. Ways that involved her thick red lips.
Ricky climbed in the seat Sheila had vacated. “You suck at driving lessons.”
Brock laughed, feeling lighter than he had the night he hit three home runs in LA.
Chapter Nine
Sheila
Sheila floated into the offices, her heart all aflutter because of Brock. He was funny and sweet and determined. She had made up her mind to never date him, never flirt with him, never explore the attraction that surfaced whenever he was near. But he’d made her laugh. He’d taken what was otherwise a stressful day and turned it into one of the best days she’d had on the job. And she loved her job, so that was saying something.
Why didn’t more guys get it? Romance was amazing, but a guy who made you laugh? That was the guy you want to be with. That was the guy that made you want to rush all day so you have time to freshen your makeup before a date. That was the guy you want to kiss. The guy you could fudge a story to your sister over.
Because Sheila was going to have to fudge things with Kelly. Well, maybe not for one date. Heck, she could go out with Brock, and he could decide that she wasaverage. Oooh, Kelly would burn up if she knew he’d called her average.
She heard sniffling coming from the conference room and slowed her steps, straining her ears for some clue as to who was in there.
“Sorry. I’m just discouraged.” Harper’s voice came through the cracked door.
