Tuesday. Nothing more than a quick hello, a few words on a client. Sara dug her fingers into the edge of her desk, desperate to relieve some of the tension. It didn’t help. Her stomach clenched at the thought of food, nerves making her jumpy. All over the thought of a simple kiss. She’d built it up into this gorgeous, sweeping gesture that would forever alter the course of their relationship, when in truth, it’d probably just move them from spending time together as friends to spending time together as more than friends. Her open door mocked her. Why was she waiting? Why keep putting it off? If she was going to do this, it should be now, before she could talk herself out of it. Taylor’s head came up as soon as she stepped into his office, his smile of greeting tightening the knots in her stomach. “Hey.” He had no idea what that smile did to her. Trouble. She was in so much trouble. “Hey, yourself.” She shut the door, flushing when he raised a brow.
