Missy had just sat down at the desk in the office when Tucker’s tall frame filled the doorway. Her stomach leapt, and her first inclination was to meet him halfway across the room and kiss him again.
Though she’d told herself that she’d spoken true earlier—there’s no kissing at work—she hadn’t been able to resist him. And so what if they kissed at work? There wasn’t anyone around to chastise her—he was the boss.
When he remained silent, she glanced at him. “What’s up?”
“I’m not sure.” He walked toward her, his cowboy boots clomping against the pine floor, and sat across from her. “Is everything okay with you?”
“Just fine.” She shuffled some papers around on the desk. “Here’s the stuff you need.”
She knew exactly what was bothering her, but she didn’t want to say it. Not out loud. Not
