Chapter 34

But the fluttering in my stomach returns when Julie, always the first out the door, begins packing up her things. It redoubles when Marcus, last of the team, walks by my cubicle on his way to the elevators. “Working late tonight?” he observes.

“That damned AFX account,” I return. I fail to project nonchalance, but hope he mistakes my nerves for annoyance. “Say hi to Pat for me.”

“You got it.”

And then he’s gone. The floor is dark, except for my cubicle light. I stare blindly at the screen in front of me, and wonder what I’m doing.

“Such dedication,” a dark voice purrs, making me jump.

Jacob.

I hadn’t heard the elevators opening; he must have slipped through while someone else was leaving. He comes into my cubicle, blocking the doorway with his broad, muscular body. No escape. Too late to back out now. “This is the third time this month,” he observes, cool and neutral, as if he doesn’t know what I’m thinking. “I hope this isn’t causing trouble at home.”