"Ms. Salinger?"
Andy’s voice snapped her back to the present. He was looking at her with a mix of confusion. "You’ve been staring at my stapler for two minutes with a terrifying grin on your face. Are you planning to murder it?"
Louise jumped, smoothing her skirt. "Sorry. Just... thinking about the wedding. It’s going to be... expensive."
Andy raised an eyebrow. "I’m sure."
Louise hesitated. She looked at this man—her boss.
The Moon Goddess had said her Fated Mate was wealthy, handsome, and devoted. Andy Finch was certainly wealthy and handsome.
And today... in the hallway... he had protected her. He had stood between her and David like a shield. For a moment, she had felt safe.
Could it be? Louise wondered, a tiny spark of hope igniting in her chest. Could the jerk boss actually be
