“Well, we both drink white wine and you won’t touch it, so we have that going for us.”
“Your father proposed to your mother at that gala. And you’ve been sad. I thought—hell, I don’t know what I thought. It was the wrong thing to do.”
“So your heart was involved after all,” she said gently. He was sweet. No matter what reasoning was behind the doomed proposal.
He stood, taking her hands and helping her to her feet. “Friends?”
“Always.”
He pulled her into a hug. When she dropped her arms, he wore his usual mischievous grin. “Damn. That was an awful hug. Dare I say...disgusting.”
“Appalling,” she teased back. She lifted her mug to take one more sip of her coffee when she caught a flash of bright orange at the window. Addison’s mouth was a compressed line, her gaze hard. And hurt.
“There’s someone out there for you, Taylor,” Bran said. “But not me. Now stop begging me to go out with you. It’s embarrassing.”
“In your dreams, buddy.”
“It’s not Royce, either.”
“What makes you say that?” She wasn’t going to deny there’d been something in that kiss. Something unexpected. Something worth pursuing.
“I don’t want to see you hurt. As your friend, I’m saying you can do better.”
She nodded, hoping that the nod communicated that she agreed. She couldn’t exactly disagree. Royce had been a pompous ass lately.
“Thanks for stopping by.” Brannon opened his office door. Then to Addison he said, “Taylor can’t keep her hands off me.”
The joke did not go over well. Taylor walked away feeling Addison’s eyes on her back the entire time.
Jealous much?
She wanted to go back and comfort Addi, to tell her there was nothing going on with Brannon, and there never had been. But she couldn’t right that relationship before she fixed another one...
With ThomKnox’s stubborn CFO.