Dread knotted in her chest. She rolled her neck. Three or four vertebrae popped in quick succession. She didn’t used to dread work. Once upon a time, she’d thrived on it. The office had been where she went when everything else was hazy. There she knew what she was capable of accomplishing—impressive, dedicated, important tasks. Now, leaving for work each morning was more like putting her life on pause until she got back home and saw Dash again. Saw Liam again. They’d been…different. In several ways, but most of all in the way they touched. Since Saturday evening when they’d made love, they hadn’t been able to get their fill of touching each other. Things were still weird, especially with the added way Dash now distractedly talked about his work. A lot remained uncertain. At least they were touching again, with more between them than rough grabs. They’d watched Sunday morning news programs in bed, with her toes tucked under Liam’s thighs. Such a simple thing, yet she’d been breathless by the end of the show.
