Page 14 of One Foggy Christmas
“Because I have a boyfriend?”
“You don’t have a boyfriend—unless you got back together again, and I don’t know it.”
“No, we haven’t officially gotten back together, but we will.”
“Until then, I don’t care about yourex-boyfriend.”
I swallow, shifting farther back into my chair, creating more space between us. “Well, I care about him. We’ve been together for a long time. A relationship like that doesn’t go away easily.”
“It does if you take an internship in Chicago.”
So true.
I look stupid defending a relationship and a man who dumped me. But I understand this breakup isn’t real. It’s just a fight. I’ll move home in December, and we’ll probably be engaged by summer once Stetson graduates from law school. That’s always been the plan.
“The real reason I can’t show interest in you is because I’m your boss.” Flirtation fills Nash’s expression. “I’ll wait until your internship ends, because I honestly don’t want anyone else.”
Why is that the cutest thing a man has ever said to me?
“Well, let’s just keep things work-appropriate tonight,” I say, trying to tell myself that too.
“You don’tactuallywant me to do that.”
My mouth falls open in humored disbelief. “Yes, I do.”
“Nah, I see the way you smile at me.” His grin tips higher with cockiness. “It tells me everything I need to know.”
I roll my lips together, desperately trying to cover up whatever Nash thinks he sees.
“What are we singing tonight?” Harper slams the book of songs down on the table between us.
Just in the nick of time.
“Sadie and I are singing a duet,” Nash answers.
“No, we’re not.”
“Yeah, we are.” His head flops to me with a pointed stare. “It will be the highlight of everyone’s night.”
Harper bounces up and down, clapping in delight. “Please, do it.”
“I’ll go put our names in right now.” Nash leaves before I can stop him, taking Harper too.
“This is awful,” I mutter. I’ve never even glanced at another guy besides Stetson. Now, I’m singing a duet with one.
A few minutes later, Nash returns. “We’re after Victor.”
“What song?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“What if I don’t know it?”
“You know it.” He takes a sip of his drink, momentarily hiding his smile.
“What if I don’t want to sing with you?”
“What? Are you scared?”
