Chapter 16
Jessica
On the weekends, I might get a dinging text notification or two, but during the week while at work? Hardly ever since the only woman to poke at me sat behind my desk and talked aloud to me whenever she wanted.
I finished up a call for a quote I’d been going through, hopeful the potential client would be in the following day as they’d promised, and pulled off my headset.
I grabbed my purse from beneath my desk and swiped my cell’s screen to life. I didn’t recognize the number but didn’t need to. The typed words shouted loud and clear who had texted me.
I had a dream about beautiful, haunted eyes last night.
Tingles of warmth swept through me, and I smiled. So much for that stubborn stance. How the hell did he weasel his way into my emotions so quickly?
A glance up
