Page 70 of Love In The Spotlight

“You’re just going to her place?” Janelle asked.

“Usually.”

“Not very romantic. Not healthy either.”

“I’m not so sure about either of those things,” he said.

“Why not take some time away?” Janelle asked.

“She can barely get three hours off to get out of work early,” he said, laughing.

“I guess that is something you’re going to have to work out. But the longer you keep it from your daughter the harder it’s going to continue to be. Once Penelope knows, then you can spend time here with both of them.”

“We’ll see,” he said.

He knew Laken was great with Penelope that one time they met. And Laken always asked about his daughter too.

But this was uncharted territory for him.

“You always say that,” Janelle said. “Finish your tea and I’ll stop questioning you. I know how much you hated that from your parents.”

He laughed. “I don’t mind it from you and you know it.”

But he did finish his tea, put his cup in the dishwasher and left.

It took him about an hour to get to Laken’s. He was dealing with lunch-hour traffic moving just a few miles to get to her place but was happy to park and make his way to her condo.

He knocked once and the door was opened, her hands came out to grab his shirtfront and yank him in.

His mouth landed on hers and she was all but pushing him backwards to her room.

“Nice to see you too,” he said.

“Quiet. I know you’re staying the night, but I want to take advantage of this now since I just walked in the door.”

He finally could lean back and look at what she was wearing. One of her sexy skirts and a button-down shirt. There were pumps on her feet and her hair was pulled back at the nape of her neck.

“All you need are glasses to get the sexy executive vibe going.”

“I love how you said sexy executive and not sexy librarian.”

He laughed. “You are the sexy executive.”

He knew her title. It had a VP in front of it.

“That is me,” she said. “What are you going to do about it?”

“What would you do if I wasn’t here right now? Let’s say you were all worked up over a guy in a suit.”

“You mean when I watch you on Sundays?” She was fanning her hand in front of her face.

“Do you like me in a suit?”

“Hell yeah,” she said. “I like you in just about anything or nothing at all.”

“Good to know,” he said. “Tell me what you’d do. Or better yet show me.”

“Why would I do that or show you when I’ve got you here to do it for me?” she asked.

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