Chapter 17
Ashley almost told Yvonne no, not interested in her tight jeans, her brand new Beemer, or her tickets to the Angels’ game. He didn’t care if the seats were just behind home plate. He was tired, his eyes were gritty, and his head ached. More than once throughout the day, he caught himself drifting to sleep in his chair. Each time he did, he dreamt that he was at home, in his bed, and curled around a very warm, soft body.
So when Yvonne breezed into his office in designer jeans and a softball cap, the words I’m not interested were on the tip of his tongue. She must have seen his intentions, because she held up a hand, forestalling his protest.
“I talked to Julie today, and she said you haven’t left your office since yesterday at lunch.”
Ashley frowned. “That’s not true. I…” Hi
