Chapter 8

His eyes widened. To my shock, he looked scared. I wanted to go over and put my arms around him. Shows how disturbed Iwas, didn’t it?

“I need to get back to the presentation work,” I said, stirring some sugar into my coffee. I’d lost count of the spoonfuls. “A lot of it’s new to me. I’ve only worked in billings so far.”

“I know,” he interrupted. “I’ve seen you.” When I stared back across at him, he looked just as surprised, as if he hadn’t meant to say that. And, my God, as I continued to stare, a deep flush began creeping up his neck.

Wonder of wonders!

“I mean,” he said, obviously searching for an excuse for such a personal comment. “I examined all my staff’s appraisals to date. You have a good grasp of incomplete records.”

Bloody well had to, considering some of the timesheets his guys put in, I wanted to joke. But the serious look in his eye stopped me. “So?”

“So…what?”