The soft thud came from the door.
We froze.
Slowly, we turned.
Joy stood in the doorway, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, staring straight at us—at me—still wrapped around Vincent with my legs locked behind his back.
Silence stretched for one agonizing second.
“Oh,” she breathed.
Then her brain caught up. “Ohhh.”
I scrambled down from Vincent’s desk so fast my feet nearly tangled. “Joy—!”
“I didn’t see anything!” she blurted, then immediately added, “Actually… I saw everything.”
“JOY!”
She slapped both hands over her eyes dramatically, but peeked through her fingers with a wicked grin. “I just came to drop off a document and—wow. This is what I walk into?”
Vincent chuckled softly and ruffled my hair, trying to soothe my burning embarrassment. I wanted the floor to open up and swa
