Page 11 of Snowbound with My Dad's Best Friend

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STEVEN

As Becca passes by my office, I can’t help but stare.

Not just because she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but because of the wonderful person she is, inside and out.

Yes, she didn’t make the best decision when she left me heartbroken, but it doesn’t make her a bad person.

She did what she thought was right at the time.

Russell finding out about us would be terrible for both of us.

But now, she’s back.

Even if she’s only my secretary, I’ll take it.

She is such a hard worker, going above and beyond my expectations.

She’s even finished my lists early, and since it’s Friday, she’s out in the reception area, helping my new hire.

Making the decision to hire her was the best one I’ve made in a long time.

When Russell put the bug in my ear that Becca was moving back home and looking for work, I was reluctant because of how we left things.

But now, I’d hire ten more of her without question.

My phone buzzes on my desk, and I see it’s a notification from my delivery driver, letting me know that the lunch I ordered was sitting down on the main floor at reception.

Sighing, I stand just as Becca peeks her head into my office. “Hey, I’m going on lunch in a few, need anything before I clock out?”

Suddenly, an idea pops into my head, and I smile. “Actually, yes. It’ll only take a minute. Can you run down and grab my lunch delivery from Alice?”

She nods. “Sure thing, be back in a sec.” I watch her head into the elevator.

While I could’ve gotten it myself, maybe this way I can talk her into eating lunch with me.

I was going to invite her anyway because I purposefully ordered two subs.

Over the past week, I noticed her softening up and being more open to the idea of being around me, so I’m going to push my luck.

I just miss her.

“Here’s lunch,” Becca announces, setting the bag in front of me, and I thank her as I pull out my food.

“Oh, they sent me extra,” I say, looking back up at her. “Want to join me? It’s from Tony’s. I know it’s your favorite.”

Shooting her my best pleading smile, the one I remember she couldn’t resist, she giggles, and her cheeks flush.

She agrees.

I try my best to contain my excitement.

Becca sits across the desk from me, and I slide her one of the meatball subs.

Her hands delicately unwrap it, and she takes a large bite.

I chuckle, asking if she’s hungry.