"Here we go again," she grumbled to herself.
His teasing smile slammed into her, the familiarity of it making her gasp.
Was he playing? No, maybe a little, but he was in mourning.
Play….
Play….
She didn’t play anymore. Her playing days had stopped when she hightailed it out of Tyler and Mary’s wedding and never looked back.
Work helped her forget everything. Her son’s well-being only mattered.
Work proved how far she’d come.
Work gave her the hard-fought independence she’d clawed her way to the top for—an independence that guaranteed she’d never have to look back.
Biting back a pithy retort, she ducked into the car and grabbed the Manila folder from the passenger seat.
"What you do in your spare time isn’t my concern, Mr. Johnson. I’m here because it's my job."
"Whatever this jo
