Deirdre stared at Wyatt, who stared right back. “I’m not going out with one of the delivery guys,” she said evenly. “A lot of them are women.”
Wyatt leaned back in his chair and continued to watch her. Deirdre could see the intelligence in his eyes, and it actually made her as uncomfortable as it appealed to her.
“Okay,” she said. “I am going to be late for work.” She knocked a couple of times on his desk. “Good talk.”
Deirdre couldn’t believe she’d waited in his office for twenty minutes to ask him out, only to have him suggest she order in and ask the delivery driver out.
Humiliation filled her, and she thought about driving around the island to the north shore so Emma would report her for breaking the restraining order. Then she’d get arrested, and then Wyatt would have to pay atten
