She’d snuck in the back way and hid in the office all day so that no one would see her. The good part of it was that she was able to put the final changes on the submission packet and clean out her email inbox. Francis had said nothing about either her hiding out in the office all day or her clothing, but she could feel his eyes on her every time she crossed the room.“Are we going?” She went to retrieve her coat. As she shrugged into it, she was somewhat annoyed to note that he was still behind his desk, head bent over his iPhone. “Francis? What time are the reservations?”“There are no reservations,” he said. “I never said we were going out for dinner.” He got up and helped her out of her coat. “I would never subject you to something that I know would make you uncomfortable, Violet.” He flashed her grin as he hung up her coat. “You, in a restaurant on Valentine’s Day? Never.”“So…we’re not having dinner?”“Of course we’re having dinner.” He took her arm and guided her out of the office.
