Brandy’s POV
Kane’s hand is on my back as he guides me out of the reception area of our office building and toward his truck that is parked a few rows away from the door.
I don’t really know why I agreed to this, I have so much work to do, a big charity has reached out to work with us on a campaign, and they’ve just sent over their very long and very ridiculous list of rules about the collaboration. I’ve been wading through it since I came in over an hour ago and I am no further forward with figuring out a way to make the charity happy yet still make it worthwhile for the team to participate.
I feet automatically take me around the truck and to the door, my head still mulling over the paperwork I’ve abandoned on my desk. A soft chuckle behind me finally drags me back to the hear and now
