She’d just met the man. They hadn’t even swapped contact information or gone on a date, and she wanted him to kiss her. Her eyes fluttered closed of their own accord as his lips hovered over hers. And then the world was tilting. Or more specifically, she was thrown off balance, by the door she was holding onto being thrust forcefully open. Eyes flying open, she stumbled. She would have fallen if he hadn’t wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her upright. A quick glance at his face revealed her shocked disappointment reflected in his expression. “Okay,” Lara chirped, bursting in. “It’s all set. Tomorrow…” She trailed off abruptly, taking in their expressions. Brady whirled away, hiding his countenance from his secretary, tension etched in back of his neck and shoulders. Lara swung her gaze to Amy, running her eyes up and down her speculatively. A knowing smirk lifted the corners of her mouth before she turned to address Brady’s back. “You can see Phyllis tomorrow at nine.
