Two hours when I should have been reading e-mails, writing letters, doing any number of things I needed to do for my clients. Instead, I did the same thing I’d done all weekend. I thought about her, wondered what I could do to fix the situation.I stared out my windows—something I rarely did. I’d worked my way into the corner office but never seemed to enjoy its perks. My coffee had long since gone cold. Caroline hadn’t shown up yet, but I didn’t expect her to. Not after Saturday night.I’d stood in that bedroom, still awash in her scent and her taste, and tried to plot the safest course of action. After a few long moments at a total loss, I figured the best thing to do would be to explain that whatever I just said was idiotic and that I was sorry. I didn’t seem to be able to get a handle on my feelings. I was irrational, possessive. I’d kept an eye on her all night, the way she worked the room with Terrell.I found myself more than once pondering what it would take to get Terrell fired.
