Shannon felt like someone had taken all of her vital organs, rubber banded them together, twisted everything up, and then let go. Everything quaked, and she hated that there were four other women only a dozen feet away, watching.
Jeremiah finally came up beside her, and she blurted, “I’m sorry.”
He didn’t look mad. Or frustrated. Watching him interact with his staff by passing out coffee and signing forms was one of the sexiest things she’d seen, and she didn’t even know why. He wore a suit, as always, and he smelled like pine trees and sea air.
She moved closer to him, because she craved his touch. She couldn’t believe it, but she did. She wanted to be near him, and she wanted him to hold her hand so she’d calm down. Hercules had been a good friend this week, but he was a poor substitu
