30 OLIVIAThe next week passes in a blur of long hours and stolen moments. At work Noah and I are the perfect models of diligent leadership. But we flirt and kiss every chance we get, and we jealously guard our nights together. We cook together, and watch movies and cuddle and it’s bliss. For the first time in a long time, Tate & Cane isn’t the only center of my life—something else has joined it.
At a familiar knock on my open office door, I look up from my computer.
Noah leans against the doorjamb. “Hey there, Snowflake. You hungry?”
“Is that a pickup line, or are you talking about actual, literal hunger?” I reply with one raised eyebrow. If he asks me whether I want a nice big sausage, I swear. . .
“I’ll take whatever I can get.” Noah chuckles. “But no, I was just wondering if you wan
