The words stayed with Sophie all night and were still playing a steady rhythm in her brain the next morning. Standing at her kitchen counter looking at the view didn’t make the words go away. I want to be more. After Alex’s revelation of his marriage collapsing, then his desire to pursue a working and a personal relationship with her, she’d asked him for time to think. He’d plied her with so much information, that even now she was struggling to compartmentalize it all. And she would have to work with him in less than half an hour. Her stomach dipped at the thought. Nausea churned through her. She swallowed hard. It didn’t help. Sweat beaded her forehead. Her mouth dried. She made a dash for the bathroom, getting there just in time before she lost the contents of her stomach. When she felt there was nothing left to throw up, she stood. Her legs buckled and she slid to the floor. Her cheek rested on the cool wall tiles.
