Ten seconds before, Silver had opened the office door and seen the new accountant standing there. He’d taken in the boxy, shapeless clothes, the wavy dark hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, the flat shoes.
Yep, a real accountant for damn sure.
“Morning, Jolene,” he’d said and she had turned, the movement surprisingly elegant and lovely. He’d seen her golden heart-shaped face, clocked those rosebud lips parted to return his greeting, flashed back to the luscious curves that were hidden under those unflattering clothes.
Time had screeched to a full stop, then reversed full-speed back to three nights before. To that shattering, amazing night before that shattering, awful morning-after.
“Holy f**k,” he said numbly even as she slumped heavily in a chair. “Holy f**k. Ana.”
“Zeke,” she wh
