BY WEDNESDAY, I couldn’t take it anymore. That morning I realized I’d been avoiding Devon. I didn’t know how to act since the kiss. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but I wasn’t sure I could ignore the attraction either. By the time I got off work, I knew it had to end. Once I’d realized what I was doing, my pride wouldn’t let it continue.
By the time I pulled into my parking space, I’d worked out a plan. I went to my apartment, intent on getting out of my suit and changed into a pair of comfortable denim shorts and a soft, bright colored tank top. It wasn’t an outfit designed for seduction, just comfortable, non-work clothes.
Then headed back down to Devon’s, intending to invite him up for dinner. But as I closed my door and turned for the stairs, I saw him. He was half way up an
