Chapter 2Amaya Stanhope, MAC’s Director of Pricing, found Ted asleep on his couch the next morning. She nudged him with one knee and whispered, “Ted?”
He shot up to sitting eyes wide open, heart racing. “What? Who—oh. Oh, God. Amaya…”
“Sorry, Ted, I just—did you sleep here?”
“Looks that way.” Ted rubbed sleep from his eyes, trying to take deep, calming breaths. What the hell had he been dreaming of, to wake up like that? He pushed himself to standing, flushing with embarrassment. He generally prided himself on being dependable, trustworthy, capable in the eyes of MAC’s employees. Not whisky-soaked and sleeping on his office couch. Goddamn anxiety. Bet Race is in hell laughing about that, too. “Sorry. It’s been a long week.”
“I’ll bet.” She was all sympathy. She was a good employee but
