Page 76 of Blindly Yours

“How did it go?” she squeals.

I keep walking as she shadows me down the hall. “It was fun.”

“Fun? Just fun?” She stays at my heels all the way into my office.

I set my bag down and bite back a grin as she plops into the chair in front of my desk. “He kissed me again.”

Junie sits forward and rests her chin on her palms. “Tell meeverything…”

I pull a folder for this morning’s client from the shelf and lean against the windowsill as I thumb through it. “He’s…I don’t know…easy to talk to. Like, I feel like I can be myself. It’s different…refreshing.”

“This is the most I’ve seen you smile in months. He must be pretty wonderful.” Junie blinks jealously.

I shrug and tuck my chin into my shoulder, remembering the way Nate took my face in his hands when he kissed me last night. I thought for sure he’d take a moment to warm back up to me after I rejected him the first time, but it’s almost like it never happened. He’s forgiven me so easily. Most men wouldn’t open back up so quickly.

“When’s your next date?” Junie asks.

“Not sure,” I reply, flipping the pages of my file absently. “We haven’t talked about it yet.”

“Maybe he’ll take you to his romantic lakeside cabin…” she teases.

“I don’t think we’re quite there yet,” I laugh.

She wiggles her brows. “You said he was the best kiss you’ve ever had…I bet he’s good in bed too.”

“Junie…” I eye her pointedly, yet I can’t help but laugh. Ireallyhope she’s right.

Over her shoulder, I suddenly realize George has stuck his head inside my door and probably heard all of that.

“Sorry to interrupt.” He clears his throat.

Junie jumps at the sound of his voice and spins around in her chair.

“Dad’s on his way up with the Windsor guy he wants to set you up with,” he says. “Thought I should warn you.”

I hang my head. “Ugh. I don’t have time for this right now.”

He nods toward Junie. “Maybe Juniper can pull you into an impromptu meeting.”

She straightens the collar of her shirt. “Oh, um, yes, I can think of something. Ummm…” She runs her hand across her forehead and stands so quickly she almost knocks her chair over. “Let’s see…”

George patiently watches her, crossing his arms and leaning casually on the doorframe as she struggles to come up with an idea.

“Maybe…” She starts to light up, but then she frowns. “No, that wouldn’t make any sense.” She peers at George as pink creeps into her cheeks. She’s absolutely lost for words.

The room goes silent for a painful moment before he speaks up. “How about you come back to my office.” He motions for her to follow him. “I have some letters that need addressing, and you have the best penmanship in the office. Then you can call Rose in five minutes and give her an out.”

She clears her throat and nods quickly. “Yes, sure. That’s a great idea. Thank you.”

“Don’t you forget, Junie,” I call after her, knowing very well that she just might. She always gets like this in front of George. I haven’t confronted her about it yet, but I’m fairly certain she’s got a major thing for him.

Not long after they leave, my father comes around the corner with a stranger at his heels.

“Rose, got a minute?” he asks with an eager smile.

I return it with a tight one of my own and set my files on my desk. “Sure.”

He steps aside, revealing the stranger—tall, dark, and dressed in a perfectly tailored suit. “This is Everett Windsor. He’s in town this week on business.”

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