she meant. Or she was, but she wasn’t sure she truly wanted that, even if
 
 she should. It wasn’t like she could turn off her body’s reaction, dial down
 
 the chemistry, or hit the rewind and delete buttons on the night before. She
 
 wouldn’t do that, even if she could. She’d never felt so connected with
 
 anyone before. It might not have been like the token romantic scenes from a
 
 movie, but that’s what made it special.
 
 How did that translate into real life? Into working together? Into
 
 having to interact with each other and maintain a professional attitude?
 
 Then there was Chloe. Christina still couldn’t believe that she’d bonded so
 
 easily with a child when she generally had no interest in children. What did
 
 that mean? Christina realized that she was just trapping herself in a cycle of
 
 endless questions that she really shouldn’t be thinking about when she was
 
 at work.
 
 She got out her phone and decided to make some follow up calls just to
 
 confirm scheduling and to check where the shelters and rescues were at.
 
 Taylor hadn’t talked to her about an open date yet, but that would largely be
 
 determined by when the building was set to finish, when the lawyer was
 
 done with the paperwork, and the shelters could get their dogs and cats
 
 organized.
 
 Christina’s office phone rang. She hadn’t turned it off, since no one
 
 knew she was there. With her door closed, everyone probably just assumed
 
 that she was still gone. She picked it up when she saw Glenda’s number. Of
 
 course Glenda knew she was there. Christina had waved to her on her way
 
 into the office.
 
 “Hello,” Glenda said cheerfully. “Just wanted to say you have a visitor.”
 
 “A visitor?” Christina didn’t get visitors.
 
 “Yeah. Her name’s Taylor?”
 
 Shit! Taylor is here? “Uh— okay. I’ll be right out.”
 
 Christina hung up, trying not to panic. If Taylor was there instead of at
 
 her building, what did that mean? Did she realize that Christina was trying