In a swing, for God’s sake. Okay, she wasn’t completely certain if that detail somehow made her more depraved. The fact that she’d loved the hell out of it? Yeah, probably. Butterflies dancing around in her belly, she watched Donna call up the next staff member for the Secret Santa exchange. This part of the festivities was strictly for the employees. She, Ry and Bram had already passed out everyone’s bonus checks, something that was likely more welcome and useful than a ten-dollar-or-under gift. Ry’s cell phone suddenly buzzed, and he glanced down at it. “Shit, it’s my uncle. I better go take this.” While Ry ducked out of the room, Bram settled his hand on her shoulder and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “So what item do you want to mark off tonight?” She knew that even if anyone had overheard him, the question would sound completely innocent. Which would make the blush that was no doubt riding her cheeks seem strange and uncalled for.
