Chapter 8
When I returned to my office with coffee warming my stomach and half a mug of the rich-brown liquid still in my hand, I discovered that Mallory had left her workstation. Thank God, I thought, since I didn’t want to go another round with her regarding my attraction to Ford. I took a moment and stared at my closed door, then knocked before poking my head inside the office. To my relief, Ford had ended the phone call and was now sitting at the corner table, his head lowered in deep thought.
When he looked up, a host of emotions played across his handsome face so fast that I couldn’t even guess what had occurred in my absence or gauge his current mood. What truly gave me a start, however, was the way his eyes glistened. Had this normally composed and always cocky macho-man actually
