“Something about a goody basket.” He chuckles, though I hear the slight sadness in his tone.
“No, you didn’t,” I mumble, my face going hot.
“I also know about the interview too, Mila.” He glances at me, our eyes meet, then he looks back at the fire, but I can’t take my eyes off him. Not right now, not as I study how sexy the stubble on his chin is or how his tongue darts out and licks his full lips.
“Oh, that.” I never imagined we’d be sitting here having this conversation right now. I wanted to wait until I knew for a fact I had the job, though I’m certain what the outcome will be. Even Kat knows I’m a shoo-in. That’s just how small-town politics and jobs work.
“I hope you give it a chance especially after hearing Kat’s words about how much this means to you.”
He glances over at me.
