Chapter 68

She heard footsteps approaching behind her desk and turned, half-expecting Delia with one more thing she needed to know. All morning long, it’d been, “Oh, I forgot to mention…”

But no, this time it was a handsome man Jenny’s own age, maybe a few years older. Careless hair, olive skin, a sexy smile that broadened when he caught Jenny’s eye. Coming up to lean against the side of her desk, he drawled, “Steve said the new office manager was cute, but he says that about all the ladies, so I had to come see you for myself.”

Her face flushed. “I’m Jenny.”

“Eric.” He held out his hand and Jenny took it, surprised he wanted to shake hers. But instead he flipped it over and kissed the back of her hand, as if they were a couple meeting a century earlier. She could feel his grin against her skin. “And I’m betting Steve put the moves on you, am I right?”

“I wouldn’t call it that,” Jenny hedged.