Riley sighed as she set her phone down and turned it over. Her productivity at Your Tidal Forever had fallen off a cliff. Hope hadn’t noticed yet, but she would soon enough. Charlotte had already seen Riley texting longer than she should have, and she’d pulled a few files herself, made a few phone calls Riley normally did, and covered for her so she and Evan could have longer lunches together.
The man was made of cotton candy and steel, one for his lips and one for his abs. A couple of weeks had passed since swimming at his house, and every activity they did brought out a new part of him she liked.
His strength while they hiked up to the waterfalls. His laugh when she told him about her initial dye job. “I shouldn’t have tried to do it myself,” she’d told him while he laughed and laughed
