Wyatt
At five o’clock exactly, I shut down my laptop and made my way out of my office. I’d sent Calvin home early and Ripley was off-site at a client meeting, so I was able to get out unscathed. Or at the very least, out without having to dodge a million questions.
I rushed into my condo at five-twenty and cleaned up a bit in the form of more deodorant and teeth-brushing, then changed into a pair of yoga pants and a T-shirt. Granted, it was a tight, V-neck T-shirt, but it was nothing special. I wasn’t looking for s*x tonight and didn’t want Sundance to get any ideas.
I started to wipe down my kitchen counters in an effort to kill time and ended up doing a deep clean of the stovetop. This meant, of course, that when Sundance arrived, I was a sweaty mess. I tried to warn him as he walked
