Rosalie
exhaled, feeling Alex’s hand tingle in her own. She was acutely aware they were
in public and anyone might see them holding hands
across the table. But she didn’t pull away.
“I do want
to talk about business stuff when we’re not out on dates,” Alex said, drawing
her hand back. “I’m totally on board with whatever projects you decide to
tackle first. I’m your righthand girl.”
Rosalie
nodded, feeling something in her stomach soften. Alex’s reassurance reminded
her she wasn’t in this alone. She had Alex, she had Shelley, and somewhere, she
knew, she had Gran. If those three people could put faith in her, perhaps it
was time she trusted her gut once again. Her most immediate task was to make
sure Alex didn’t feel as though she was only part of a business arrangement.
“Yeah
