Victor sighed. “If only it were that simple.”
“It is if you let it.” Jasmine stood up. “It’s getting late, and I think I should go to bed.” She turned to leave, but he was reluctant to let her go for some reason.
“Jasmine…”
“Yes, Mr. Meade?” Her body was tense. Perhaps she still believed he would fire her on the spot, but at the moment, it was the last thing on his mind. He needed comfort, someone to hold and to take away the pain. Victor was very close to getting out of his chair, closing the distance between them and taking Jasmine in his arms. But that wouldn’t be a good ideas because he wanted more than a hug.
“Nothing. Goodnight, and thanks for caring about my children.”
Her shoulders slumped to a more relaxed pose as a smile curved her full lips. “They’re very easy to care about. Goodnight Mr. Meade.”
Long after Jasmine had gone, he sat at his desk, thinking this woman was going to turn his world on its axis.