Evan stared at the phone in his hand for a moment, then flung it onto the bed. Asshole. He stripped off his running clothes and stalked into the bathroom. This was going from bad to worse. 14
Evan arrived at his office, freshly showered and dressed in a light gray suit and pale lavender shirt. When he entered, Lacey looked up from her books and howled, “You’re alive! I was afraid they’d thrown you in the dungeon since I haven’t heard one single word from you.”
“Sorry, Lacey. It’s been quite a ride so far. But you’re right—I should have called.”
She jumped up and dragged the guest chair up next to her desk. “Sit. Talk. I want to know everything.”
Evan obeyed. In the next half hour he related all that had happened, up to and including the kiss that morning.
“Holy crap. So you like him. Of course you do—what’s not to like? He’s handsome, rich, and from what you say, is a nice guy. And he’s into you, too. So grab him and run.”