Thank God, because she’d spent the entire ride home mooning over him and replaying every second of their weekend together. She was starting to embarrass herself. Like a broken record she remembered his voice in her ear, the possessive claims he’d made, and her heart had thrilled. She had no idea what she was doing. Or what they were doing. But she refused to let the niggling fear take over. For now, she wanted to have fun and not worry about the rest. She dragged her attention back to the pad of paper in front of her and the long, long list of what needed to be done. It was endless. She checked the clock. Her next interviewee would be here any minute. She’d had two already and hadn’t liked either of the women. There was nothing wrong with them, but she couldn’t imagine working with them side by side. Couldn’t imagine them in her home, invading her life. Sam walked in and went over to the coffeepot, grabbing a banana muffin on the way. She pointed toward the door. “My next interview will be here soon.”
What do You think about The Name Of The Game (2015)?
