Luke: Why are you working at this hour?
Megan: This isn’t work. It’s fun. Tell me more about your niece so I can find something she likes from everything that fits. What colors does she like? Is she a tomboy or a girlie girl? Does she like books?
Luke: No clue on the color. She has dolls, so not a tomboy. And she prefers movies to books.
Megan: Okay. I can work with that. And you were right about starting the research process early. The delivery times are insane. But I’m going to make sure it’s all perfect.
Fucking hell, if she were here, I’d kiss her right against this wall.
I wanted Megan—there was no way around that.
“You get lost searching for that water?” Travis asked. Glancing at my phone, he added, “Or not. Work stuff again? Please tell me you’re not turning into a workaholic. I thought you were normal.”
I cocked a brow at him. “Look who’s talking. You worked around the clock the year before the sale.”
He shrugged. “That’s because it was necessary. Now I’m living the good life.”
“I’m arranging a work trip.”
“Where? I can fly you over there.”
“You can? That would be great and drastically cut the travel time.”
“When is it?”
“Thursday.”
“Works for me.”
I decided on the spot to go ahead with the trip.
Opening the door to the pantry, I handed Travis two bottles of water and took two myself.
“Come on, let’s go back, or everyone will be on our case,” I said.
“I’ll make all the arrangements for Thursday.”
“First I’ll check with Megan if she’s okay with flying.”
“The trip is with Megan?” Travis asked. He was behind me on the staircase. I couldn’t see his expression, but I bet he had a shit-eating grin.
“Yes.”
I had promised Megan to be 100 percent professional, and I intended to go through with it. She deserved nothing more than stellar training. I just had to find a way to stop fantasizing about her. She'd asked me not to cross the line, so I wouldn't. At least, not until her internship ended.
Travis cleared his throat. “I just have one question. Do you need me to be your wingman or a cockblocker?”