Chapter 8

But standing in front of Rick Paulson’s apartment door, ready to knock for their dinner date, made his palms sweat.

It was actually a little surprising how much effort it took to coordinate their schedules. Jared was a pretty busy guy, but nothing like his current workload. It figured that the one man he was dying to get his hands on would show up at the worst possible time for his availability. And he didn’t understand Rick’s schedule at all. The man only got one day off a week. He didn’t have an office he had to go into, yet he was gone at the weirdest times of the day.

“I’m on call for my terminals,” Rick had explained the third time they’d had to reschedule. “I have to be there. That’s my job.”