Gwen could not believe she’d just told Teagan right to his face that she liked him. She’d spent the last six months pretending like she didn’t. Worse, even. Pretending like she actually disliked him.
dis“Pepperoni with olives,” the waitress said. “Low Country Greens.” She set the two pizzas down, and the tension between her and Teagan broke.
She admired her pizza, and then his, and said, “We should do something like this for events.”
“No work talk,” he said, picking up a piece of his pizza. “That was a rule last time, and I actually really liked it.”
Gwen hadn’t, but she didn’t argue. “Okay,” she said, because yeah, maybe she didn’t need to talk about work all the time. But she enjoyed talking about it with Teagan, because he was her equal. He knew as much as she did about The Heartwoo
