She arrived to work with a lingering anxiety that knotted her insides into a giant mass. She stepped behind her desk just as Ford left his office. Their eyes met from across the room, and Andi wondered, as she had all weekend, whether she should mention the incident at the cove. Should she say something about her impromptu dip in the lake? Should she thank him again for saving her? Should she mention the kiss? She gnawed at her lip, considering. Too many questions, and too many shoulds for a Monday. Ford moved toward her and threw a stack of papers with his sloppy scrawl on her desk. “She’s gone for the week, so it’ll just be you,” he said, hooking a thumb toward Ms. Perry’s desk. “These are some informational posts I typed up for this weekly thing my agent asked me to do. They’re articles on improving craft, marketing yourself, that kind of thing. Just save them and send them to my e-mail when you’re done.” “Sure thing.” She glanced up at him from under her lashes, trying to be inconspicuous, but she needn’t have worried, because he didn’t look at her again or try to catch her gaze.
