she meant. Or she was, but she wasn’t sure she truly wanted that, even if
she should. It wasn’t like she could turn off her body’s reaction, dial down
the chemistry, or hit the rewind and delete buttons on the night before. She
wouldn’t do that, even if she could. She’d never felt so connected with
anyone before. It might not have been like the token romantic scenes from a
movie, but that’s what made it special.
How did that translate into real life? Into working together? Into
having to interact with each other and maintain a professional attitude?
Then there was Chloe. Christina still couldn’t believe that she’d bonded so
easily with a child when she generally had no interest in children. What did
that mean? Christina realized that she was just trapping herself in a cycle of
endless questions that she really shouldn’t be thinking about when she was
at work.
She got out her phone and decided to make some follow up calls just to
confirm scheduling and to check where the shelters and rescues were at.
Taylor hadn’t talked to her about an open date yet, but that would largely be
determined by when the building was set to finish, when the lawyer was
done with the paperwork, and the shelters could get their dogs and cats
organized.
Christina’s office phone rang. She hadn’t turned it off, since no one
knew she was there. With her door closed, everyone probably just assumed
that she was still gone. She picked it up when she saw Glenda’s number. Of
course Glenda knew she was there. Christina had waved to her on her way
into the office.
“Hello,” Glenda said cheerfully. “Just wanted to say you have a visitor.”
“A visitor?” Christina didn’t get visitors.
“Yeah. Her name’s Taylor?”
Shit! Taylor is here? “Uh— okay. I’ll be right out.”
Christina hung up, trying not to panic. If Taylor was there instead of at
her building, what did that mean? Did she realize that Christina was trying