C30 Chapter 30

The Monday grind, as usual, was a barrage of backlog papers. I buried myself in work, but if there was a spring in my steps or a smile on my face, a well-spent weekend was to blame. My mind kept drifting back to dark eyes and sculpted arms, and when I looked down at my notebook, drawings of Jules sprawled the columns.

“Kat, I booked you and Pat a table at Earl’s for noon today