Page 88 of In Love and War

“You are?” My heart was bursting.

“Stupidly, recklessly, crazily, foolishly, madly in love.”

And then his lips were on mine again.

“Well?Have the two of you finally sorted things out?”

Zac and I were sitting in my father’s office at 8:00 a.m. sharp the next day, in the exact same seating arrangement as the day Zac had fired me seven years ago. The irony of that didn’t escape me, but a small laugh almost did. I brought a hand to my mouth to suppress it.

It didn’t help that I was both giddy and deliriously tired. We’d “sorted things out” more times than I could count the night before. It was past midnight by the time we’d even made it to the bedroom, and it hadn’t been to sleep.

“We did, mostly thanks to you, sir.” Zac was keeping it together enough to answer, though neither one of us could stop smiling.

“Yes, well, I’m glad I could have been of assistance.” My father’s grin was also wider than usual. “Now, on the business side of things… you’ll be happy to know that our nonfraternization policy between management and staff has been eliminated, something we had actually been considering for a while now.However, it goes without saying that all of our employees will be held up to a high professional standard. I trust that the two of you can maintain your professionalism regardless of the status of your personal relationship, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Of course.”

We were both nodding.

“Good,” my father responded, satisfied. “And Zac, I am also safe to now assume that you’ll be retracting your notice of resignation? Or are there other issues that we need to discuss?”

“That is correct. No other issues, Greg, thank you.”

“Excellent. And Milly? What about you?”

“He’s not going to be very happy with me, but I’m planning on calling David this afternoon and letting him know that I won’t be taking the job.”

“That’s good to hear, darling. I would have been quite upset to see you go.”

“Thanks, Dad. For everything… thank you.”

Zac squeezed my hand under the table.

“It was my absolute pleasure, sweetheart.”