Page 80 of Most Likely to Fear Love

I blinked, snapping out of it, my eyes shifting to where Hannah stood by the edge of the booth.

“Hey. Sorry, got lost in my thoughts.”

She plonked down across from me. “Are these thoughts Harle related, by any chance?”

“Um, yeah.”

“How is it? Lots of orgasms?”

“Yeah. Lots of orgasms.”

“Okay, I’m weirded out by the fact that you don’t seem too happy about that.”

Before I could reply, the bell over the door chimed again, and I looked up to see Mia and Emily making their way over to us. They slid into the booths, Emily next to me, Mia next to Hannah.

“Dammit,” Hannah whispered under her breath, clearly disappointed at being interrupted.

Emily didn’t seem to notice. She was grinning from ear to ear. “Guess what, guys? I’ve figured out who the mystery person is that’s been leaving those nice Post-it notes on Mia’s desk!”

Hannah’s curiosity instantly shifted gears. “Oooh, who is it?”

Emily looked positively triumphant as she announced, “Mr. Sullivan!”

Mia burst out laughing, shaking her head. “It is NOT Mr. Sullivan, Em.”

“Well, who else could it be? I’m pretty sure he gets there before anyone else every morning and it’s the only way I can think that anyone would be able to slip past my surveillance.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Who is this Mr. Sullivan? Is he hot? He doesn’t sound hot.” Hannah, just calling it how she saw it.

“He’s very hot!” Emily confirmed. “All dark and brooding. Sits in his corner office with a direct line of sight to Mia’s office since she got her promotion. I swear I’ve caught him staring at her a few times.”

“You fucking have not!” Mia was still laughing.

“I have!He wants you.”

“Doubtful,” Mia protested, though her cheeks had gone pink.

“He’s older, yeah?” Hannah asked.

“I’d be surprised if he’s over forty,” Emily replied. “And he works out. I’ve seen him coming back from the gym during lunch.”

“Oh my God, are you stalking him now?” Hannah was clearly delighted by this turn in the conversation.

“It’s not stalking if his gym bag has the same logo as mine,” Emily’s voice was prim. “I’m just observant.”

“She means nosy,” Mia stage-whispered to me.

“I prefer to think of it as gathering intelligence,” Emily sniffed. “Someone has to keep track of the office drama. Speaking of which...” She turned to Hannah. “How’s that grumpy mechanic of yours?”

“Don’t even start,” Hannah warned, pointing a finger at Emily. “And don’t think I didn’t notice you changing the subject.”

There wasn’t much to say to that, and in the lull, the waitress came by to take our order. Hannah ordered chicken salad and fries, while Mia and Emily both opted for burgers. When they got to me, I waved it off. “I already ate.”

Hannah frowned, her eyebrows pulling together. “Wait, why’d you eat if you knew we were meeting for lunch?”

I hesitated, feeling a little silly. “I, uh, had a packed lunch.”

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