work, Christina was confident that he couldn’t sue anyway.
Taylor hadn’t even thought about that. God, there was so much she
hadn’t considered and had yet to consider. The building itself was a huge
challenge and she hadn’t even opened for business yet. Juliana was still
working on a mountain of legal forms. The shelters were going to be in
touch about programming and scheduling the animals in, as well as all the
logistics, and a few rescue groups had yet to get back to her. Since Christina
would be at the building now for the unforeseeable future, she’d taken the
liberty of making an epic to-do list for her the afternoon before.
“Who’s that?” Chloe pointed as soon as they walked through the door.
Taylor pulled herself out of her own internal to-do list and looked
straight ahead.
Christina. Shoot, of course Chloe would point her out. Taylor did a bit
of a double take herself. She’d basically ordered Christina to buy a pair of
jeans and wear them. It had been rude, and Taylor didn’t know why she
turned so snappy and unhappy around Christina. What was it about her that
instantly put Taylor in a bad mood?
Was it that she felt she had to compete with Christina? She didn’t
think so. Maybe it was just the fact that whenever Christina was around,
Taylor felt strange. Strange in ways she couldn’t define and therefore
couldn’t control, and she didn’t like being out of control. Maybe that was it.
Christina and her talks about managing this and making decisions about
that, when it should have been Taylor’s say alone.
Yeah. That was probably it. That alone.
It didn’t have anything to do with the fact that Christina was beyond
extremely beautiful and transcendently attractive. Apparently even in jeans
and a black tank, she was a freaking knock out. Her clothes weren’t skin
tight, but her jeans fit well. They ended in a set of boots, that while they
weren’t meant for construction, at least they had closed toes and no heels.
The tank was plain black ribbed cotton, but it hugged Christina’s curves.