Chapter Three
Baldwyn
It was obvious that Sloan wasn’t trying to look cute on her first day of work —tan slacks, white shirt, and loafers, for God’s sake. “I’ve gotta get out of here for a bit, Baldwyn. Missing breakfast isn’t a thing I normally do. So, lunch is calling my name a bit early today.” Sloan was cute without even trying. I doubted she knew that, but I had noticed it right off the bat.
“Nerves get the best of you this morning?” I knew they had. She’d arrived looking like she was wound as tight as a clock. But now she looked calm, collected, and adorable. And she smiled a lot—something I liked to see.
“I think that’s fairly normal for someone who’s starting their first job in a new career.” Looking around our office, she seemed distracted. “My purse—I can’t seem to—” Light la
