Alan gestured toward the box. “You need to make a digital copy of everything.”
“I completely agree.” She looked over at me and said, “You want a few hours of overtime?”
I hesitated and she added, “It doesn’t have to be today; just in the next week or so.”
“Then, yes. I’d love that.”
“Great. I’m headed home.” She turned to leave, then looked back at Alan and me. “And you’re forgiven for…” she motioned toward the two of us. “Whatever it was I just walked in on. But keep it professional in the future, people.”
Oh my gosh. I’m so embarrassed.
I wanted the ground to swallow me up right there.
“I’m so sorry, Lainey. We were just joking around and got carried away. It won’t happen again.”
Alan though? He wasn’t contrite at all.
He looked over at her with a smirk and shrugged. “No promises.”
She shot him a look and pointed her finger at him. “We’ll discuss this later,” then spun on her heel and walked out the door.
What did he mean, no promises?
****
Alan
Yeah, Lainey and I were going to talk later.
She needed to know that Jess didn’t need forgiveness for anything, and I didn’t care about being “forgiven”.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jessica
I watched Alan gently set a sleeping Ruth in her car seat, carefully strap her in, then look over at me with a broad smile when she didn’t wake up. He grabbed the handle and stood up tall, and I leaned against the couch cushion to keep from swooning.
I’d already learned my lesson about what happened when I did that. Ruined shirts and cinnamon rolls.
“Are you ready?”
I glanced around Lainey’s office to make sure I’d gotten everything, then hoisted the diaper bag over my shoulder and replied, “Yes.”
With his free hand, he gestured to the door. “Lead the way.”
I’m sure I was imagining it, but I swear I could feel his eyes on my butt.
Although, I hadn’t imagined his dick against it earlier. And I know I didn’t have a lot of experience, but I was beginning to wonder if we’d been flirting all day.
Speaking of… why had he been at the bakery all day?
He slid behind the wheel after installing Ruthie’s car seat in the rear seat of the Silverado—something he insisted on doing, although he did ask me to double check to make sure he’d done it right—he had. And I summoned the guts to ask him.
“Why were you at the bakery all day? Aren’t you here visiting your brother?”
Putting the truck in reverse, he replied, “My brother was working,” then put it in drive and continued, “and I told you I’d take you and Ruthie home.”
“Take Main until you get to Polk Drive, then turn right,” I directed before resuming the conversation. “Okay, but why wereyou thereall day? You could have showed up at four-thirty to give us a ride. Like Mr. Roberts did yesterday.”
