Page 34 of Dear Grumpy Boss

I stepped aside to let him pass. “It was incredibly gentlemanly of you to fetch the car for me, you know.”

He rubbed his hand down his front, still smiling softly, both of us in the doorway.

“If I don’t practice once a year, I’ll forget how to do it.”

I gasped, my hands on my cheeks. “And you practiced on me? Wow, what did I do to deserve this honor?”

He reached out and tugged the end of my hair, giving me a long look. “You came back.”

“That simple?”

The corner of his mouth hitched. “Yes. That simple.” He raked his hair away from his face. “I really do need to go. I have a few hours of work ahead of me, and again, my clothes are soaked.”

After Weston was gone and I had time to go over what we’d talked about in my head, I realized he’d never explained why he’d been leaving the Post-its.

I made a mental note to ask him at work.

And for once, I was looking forward to seeing him again.

Chapter Nine

Elise

CEOswerebusy.Iknew that.

But after seeing Weston around so often during my first two weeks at Andes, I supposed I had developed false expectations. This week was a different story. I hadn’t even caught a glimpse of him in the elevator.

That was why I smiled so big when I arrived at my desk on Thursday and a Post-it was waiting for me.

Alfred Hitchcock was frightened of eggs.

I sputtered a laugh. Now that I knew these were from Weston, though he hadn’t admitted it explicitly, I looked forward to receiving them. He’d left me one each day this week, each with a random fact that had nothing to do with elephants.

Miles strolled by, whistling softly. He stopped in front of me, rapping his knuckles on my desk. “What’s that little smile about?”

I crinkled my nose. I’d forgiven him, sure, but we weren’t friends. I wasn’t certain I even wanted to be friends with him.

“Nothing.” I tried to hide the Post-it under my hands, but he spotted it.

His brow lifted. “I didn’t leave that one.”

“I know you didn’t.”

“Who did?”

I shrugged. I was working on regaining my ability to trust people but really doubted I’d ever trust Miles Aldrich. If I did, it would certainly take more than a few days to happen.

He clutched his heart. “I’m wounded you’re keeping secrets from me, Lisie.”

“Maybe I don’t know who left them. Theyareanonymous.”

He staggered back, drama king that he was. “You’re killing me here. I feel the pain from your withholding deep in my bones.”

“I hope you’re not hanging around for an apology.”

“I’m not.” He straightened his tie. It was a skinny one, straight from the nineteen-sixties. “How are you settling in?”

“I like Andes very much.”

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