s we never planned to, as if the heart has i

lair

s from me, stuffing fries into his

secretary, and next thing I know, this Camila or whatever is walking into my

om is always up to something.

know what this is yet, and she

mail and the way she rushed to collect it, like no one should

ke she's trying to set you up."

't mind meeting this Camila. Latina, rig

look. "You're

. You sure you're not a litt

was grinning like a d*mn Cheshire cat

her birthday's coming

g. Just a s

, will Camila be there? May

ead. "You never bypass an

ladies love me." He run

dryly. "Whatever. I

say that now, but if your mom really put her

I can't seem to sh

a quick stop at the reception. Sophie would definitely hav

walk in, always trying to get me to notice her. But Sophie

hair. She's in the middle of one of her exaggerated la

throws her head back. She claps her hands togeth

now about the new secretary? I assume nothi

Then, as if realizing she has prime

got hired! One minute, I see her walking into Mrs. Montclair's office, and the next, boom! Mr

," Jeff mutt

don't know anything about her?" I lean in slightly, lowering

tapping the counter. "I wish I did! Apart f

e a brow. "I can

in here like she owned the place. And the way she spoke to me? Like I was the dirt under her shoes." She pouts, resting a

Arms crosse

way, there's something about you today, I just can't

his arm. "Oh, stop it, you cha

yes. "I'll

ls after me, then turns back to

n arm over my shoulder. "So... about Ann. H

"Me neither. Li

thing for the almighty Sinclair,"

I laugh, sh

find myself thinking about Ann. Our la

ld cal

te as the elevator

la's

know I was leaving, I couldn't help but admire how focused he was, determined and comp

o Rebecca, we talk and next thing I am in tears

ing jokes all over the place. I left her half as

omeone while plotting to win another man's heart? But then again, it wasn't like I si

essed, nothing too fancy.

lls from the kitchen where she wa

slipping my earring in my ear. "You see

l, you can't hide him for

d stab a chunk of broccoli straight into

already peeking t

um

defeat. "Be safe my little pookie potid

s I rush out thro

om the car and walks to the

ing" a wide welcomin

in, offering a soft "thank you." As he joins me in the car, I r

ckground. Mike is talking about the restaurant, somethin

e's pa

when I was about

eling in

t the window, and t

, two lane

low

econd, I'm

s Montclai