Fifteen minutes later, I reached for the phone to call Don. Just as I was about to select his name from the short list of numbers in my contacts list, my office door burst open.
I spun around in my chair, about to snap at the hapless person who hadn’t knocked.
"You are obviously hungry and in need of a lunch break," announced Trish, aptly reading my flushed glare.
I swallowed the words nearest the end of my tongue and tried to smile at the blonde woman in soft green. "Hey there!"
"Hey there to you too. Come on! It's my treat."
I grabbed my coat and let the secretary know Emmett was being locked in and not to let anyone into my office without calling me first. I'm sure she thought that was a strange request, but she didn't argue. I meant to ask her if there was another secretary in the
