Bree’s POV
“Bree?”
I jerk my head up to look at Erica as she calls from the door of my office.
“Do you have a minute?”
“Of course!” I wave her over and mindlessly straighten up my desk as if I had been working on something just before she interrupted.
The truth is, I have been utterly useless so far today at work.
I keep thinking back to the roller coaster of a weekend that I just had with Cranston.
Between the hook ups, which were amazing and I can't seem to stop the images from popping into my head all morning, and the awkward tension after our walk in the park when we saw Aaron, it was such a confusing mess that I cannot decide whether to address it, or act like it never happened, like Cranston seems to be doing.
The Cranston specialty.
And we just cannot seem to ever find
