Page 64 of Objection to Love

He gave her a look that said he didn’t believe her one bit.

The rest of the drive was spent talking more about Em’s case and the project Garrett was in the middle of. It was comfortable. Intimate, in a way.

He dropped her off in front of the building, carrying the umbrella over her head until she reached the door, then telling her to call when she was done. Whenever that was.

He said that last bit with barely withheld amusement. And though his eyes lingered on her lips for a moment, he didn’t kiss her. She appreciated that. Clearly, he was aware that she liked to be professional at work.

But part of her might have welcomed a goodbye kiss. Okay,wouldhave.

So, when he spun back, slipped a hand around her waist, and kissed her on the cheek, she was stuck grinning like an idiot as she passed through the automatic doors of the building.

“Umm, who was that guy?”

“Good morning, Stephanie. Do you have that case file I asked for?”

Her paralegal looked longingly over Em’s shoulder as she handed her the file. “But, really, who was that hunk of a man?”

“That was… the guy I’m dating.” Oh gosh. Admitting that felt way too good. But she had to wipe the ridiculous smile off her face before her coworkers stopped taking her seriously.

“He’s cute.” Stephanie still looked over Em’s shoulder, though Garrett had already driven away.

“Yes. He is.”

“Hey, what happened to you?” Stephanie had finally noticed Em’s crutches and ankle brace—also gifted from Darla.

“Sprained my ankle hiking.”

Stephanie completely stopped walking on their way back to Em’s office. Em had to hobble in half a circle to look back at her.

“You go hiking?”

“Not usually.”

Why was her paralegal looking at her like that? Like she’d just gotten glasses and was finally able to see her boss. Did Em accidentally put mascara on only one eye or something?

“Huh.”

“I’ll be in my office, Stephanie. Patch any calls through.”

“Sure thing!”

Em closed the door to her office and forced Garrett from her mind. His warm hand around hers. His smile with that one dimple. His lips.

Agh.

She shook her head. This was not professional, and she had a lot to do to prep for this trial. The biggest one of her career yet.

She powered up her computer and pulled out the case file. While at work, she was going to work.

Then she could finish faster to see Garrett again.

“I promise to call you tonight and tell you everything, April, but Garrett is here to take me to work.”

It was Thursday morning, and Garrett was still insisting on taking her to work. And Em had no plan to fight him on it. Those twenty minutes before work—and the twenty minutes after that usually led to dinner at one of their places—were some of the best of her day.

Who was she kidding—theywerethe best. She’d never had conversations like they were having. About everything and nothing. Funny things and serious topics. It was getting addictive. Talking. Talking was becoming addictive.

Among other things.

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