Page 42 of Kiss Me, Sweetheart (Something Borrowed 2)

So, she’d run, hid, and avoided as best she could. It seemed the only course of treatment for the insanity that had obviously taken over her body.

Rylie stopped just outside Kelly’s office and watched her boss pore over several documents on her desk. Kelly seemed caught up in whatever she was reading, so Rylie knocked on Kelly’s doorframe gently.

Her boss glanced up and stood, waving at her. “Come in and shut the door.”

“Sure.” Once she’d done as Kelly asked, Kelly sat down and Rylie took the chair across from her. “What’s up?”

“How are things going with Dustin?”

You mean besides the fact that I’m softening around him like a marshmallow over a fire? “Fine.”

Kelly watched her closely. “He pulling his own weight?”

“Yeah, he’s doing great. In fact, I was going to grab him so we could go order the flowers and such.”

Kelly tapped her perfect French tips on her desk several times before she nodded. “Okay then. I just wanted to be sure and touch base with you. You go do that and let me know if there are any issues.”

Rylie cocked her head. “Exactly what do you think Dustin is involved in?”

“I don’t know. Just a feeling I have.”

“Then why not just fire him?” Rylie asked.

“You know what they say about curiosity…just call me a kitty cat.”

Rylie laughed and stood up. “Whatever you say, boss.”

She left Kelly’s office and wondered what was worth the stress of keeping Dustin around if Kelly didn’t trust him. It was too weird.

She stopped in the doorway of Dustin’s office. Wendy was gone, thank God. The last thing she wanted was to walk in on the two of them getting to know each other better.

In the biblical sense.

She leaned against the doorjamb and it took several moments before he looked up and beamed at her, officially knocking the wind out of her with just a smile.

Oh boy.

“Hey. You just going to stand there?”

“You looked like you were concentrating. What are you writing?” she asked, taking a step into his office.

He tapped his keyboard and shut his laptop before she got too close. “Just an e-mail. You ready?”

“Sure. I have all of the pictures and mock-ups Tonya sent me, so I thought we’d start with flowers.”

He stood up and pulled his blue checked vest down over his pristine white shirt. Today his tie was navy blue and his slacks charcoal gray. He always looked like he was ready for a GQ shoot, which was something Rylie could appreciate. She loved clothes and enjoyed looking nice.

“After you,” Dustin said with a wave of his hand.

She walked in front of him out the door, conscious of the fact that the tight pencil skirt felt like it was molded for his perusal.

She casually checked over her shoulder, but there was no quick glance away or guilty look. He grinned at her, as if he knew exactly what she was doing and her face warmed.

He jogged ahead of her and opened the front door. As she stepped out, he leaned over, his voice low. “I was.”

She slowed her pace, glancing up to meet his gaze. “You were what?”

“Checking you out.”