I enjoyed in ages, and he’s my boss. Life gets a little hard sometimes.”
“It sucks, sweetie.”
“Actually, it’s fine.” I draw a deep, fueling breath. “I mean, it’s not like I developed feelings for him in one night. That’d be ridiculous. Besides, we’re keeping it on the level. We’ve been good all week, and we even texted this morning.” I square my shoulders, like I’m proud of the boss and me for having a friendly conversation. “And it was non-sexual textual stuff.”
Her eyes stay locked on me, an intensity in her pretty blues. “Is that what you want, Bryn?”
“What I want is irrelevant. Yes, I’m disappointed that fate played a trick on me. But it’s probably for the best. He could be another Evan. I was pretty taken with Evan at first, and look what happened there.”
Teagan’s face crinkles with disgust. “Another Evan? As in, a manipulative prick who whines about how you don’t give him enough time when you’re grieving the loss of your only parent, so he turns to other women for solace from your grief?”
I plaster on a fake smile. “Yes. That. I find it best to avoid that.”
Teagan’s eyes burn with hate for the man I was once married to. “Your ex was a one-of-a-kind douche.”
“But I liked him when I first met him.”
“Of course you did. That’s how it works.”
“And that’s my point. It’s probably for the best that Mr. Lunch Box and I can’t be a thing.”
She grabs my arm. “Evan was a special kind of shit. Most guys aren’t like that. Most people aren’t like that.”
“Are you encouraging me to bang my boss again?” I whisper, a little shocked. For all her boldness, Teagan can be pretty by the book when it comes to workplace decorum.
“I’m not saying, one way or the other. I think you’re being wise, and since you’re a woman, you have to be wise.”
“Truer words,” I sigh.
I don’t need to draw on Mama Hawthorne’s wisdom to know Teagan’s right. Dating the guy above you in the chain of command is always riskier for the fairer sex. Hell, dating at work at all usually turns out worse for the woman than the man. It’s a simple fact of life. I’d be the one to lose my job if this went south.
“What I’m saying,” Teagan continues, “is simply this—don’t assume everyone is an Evan.”
But it’s safer to assume that, I want to say.
Only, it doesn’t matter what’s safer with Logan, because we can’t be a thing. I look at the time on my phone. “I should go meet with him.”
She squeezes my arm. “You look like a boss. That’s all I meant by the lady-boss comment. You give off serious lady-boss vibes.”
I hum approvingly then wiggle my hips. “That’s what I like to hear. See you in the editorial meeting in thirty minutes?”
She gives me a thumbs-up. “See you then. I have to go gather the latest social media insights for that. And in the meantime, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“That doesn’t limit me much, does it?” I toss back with a wink.
“Exactly.” She follows me out of the women’s room, heading back to her office.
I turn the other way, smoothing a hand down my red dress, then rapping on Logan’s door. It’s open, and he calls me in.
16
Bryn
I steel myself for the impact of his handsome face.
His square jaw, his soulful eyes, his full lips. He’s standing by the window, the phone cradled to his ear.
His hair is a delicious mess, and his shirtsleeves are rolled up at the cuffs, revealing his ropy forearms and the hint of ink on them. The whole combo makes him a candidate for an arm candy photo of the week.
He holds up a finger, letting me know he’s almost done with his call. “Sure, sweetie. We can definitely get you a hula hoop. Yes, it sounds like a lot of fun. We can go tonight.” He takes a beat. “All right, Daddy loves you. See you in a couple of hours.”
My stomach flips. Forget celebrity arms. I’m melting over the way he talks to his daughter.
He sets the phone on his desk and shoots me a smile.
“Was that Amelia?”
“Nah, that was my dental hygienist.”
I laugh. “Glad to hear you’re on good terms with her.”
“Good relations for teeth are so important.”
“And you have lovely teeth,” I say.
“You have a great smile.” He flashes a grin my way, one of the quadruple-take variety. It sends sparks down the center of my body and makes a pulse