At that moment, the fluttering in her stomach launched up around her heart where it grew to a full blown swarm. She resisted the urge to put her hand to her chest, a dead giveaway for what she was feeling, and instead tried for a casual wave when he spotted her. His smile was warm, and just a little bit shy—God that was cute—as he gestured across the room. Glancing behind her, Robbie saw Lizbeth sitting in the corner booth surrounded by papers. She didn’t know how she did it, but she managed to suppress a laugh at Lizbeth’s exasperation as she slid into the booth. “Did the guys mess up the books again?” “I’ve told them a hundred times, not to touch the books. But do they listen? Noooo. Just trying to help, gorgeous,” Lizbeth said, mimicking Conrad’s voice. “I owe you one, my dearest love. I’ll make it up to you, my gorgeous girl. I ought to kick both their asses.” Robbie snickered. “How long have you been at it this time?” Lizbeth checked her watch and her shoulders slumped.
