She threw the door open. Slipped inside. Pictured Scott kissing Sahara with so much passion watching from across the room had made her feel like a voyeur. Half the folders fell from her grasp as she kicked her office door shut. Her throat locked, and she laughed as tears of frustration stung her eyes. You’re being ridiculous. Get a grip! On one knee, she gathered her papers, putting them in order as she forced herself to take several slow, deep, even breaths. She wasn’t this upset about seeing Scott with Sahara. Really. Today had just been long. Exhausting because of . . . everything. The days with Zach had just made it so easy to forget losing the job she’d loved because she wasn’t cutthroat enough. Moving away from her parents and her friends to get a job that would pay well enough to support her daughter and let her be close enough to help her brother. The thing with Scott was . . . the last straw. He’d been the first man to make her feel like a woman again after her divorce.
