“I might lose my mind if I have to do paperwork.” He chuckled and ran his fingers through his thick hair. He flinched the tiniest bit before a mask slid into place. “I mean, of course I know how to do paperwork. I just don’t want to start my day with that.”
Missy smiled. Something about his nervousness was endearing to her. “I never want to start my day with paperwork either.” She turned, a flirtatious look in her eye. “The horses then.”
* * *
Relief wound through Tucker, along with a healthy helping of desire he couldn’t quite understand. His friend and business partner had urged him to get back into the dating pool after his divorce, but the water was cold in New York City, and choppy, and sometimes infested with sharks.
He’d steered clear for years, but now, he thought perhaps small
