Page 10 of Ever Mine

Me: ALL of them, Kels.

Me: All my secrets were on those sticky notes.

Kelsie: Later, we will explore why you wrote your secrets on sticky notes to begin with.

Kelsie: In the meantime, calm down.

Kelsie: I'm sure there is nothing to worry about.

Me: You don’t understand.

Me: I all but admit that I am completely untouched.

Me: And also that I think he smells nice.

Kelsie: What the hell kind of notebook is this? Is it like your diary?

Me: NO! It's a story thing.

Kelsie: Okay, settle down. You don't need to yell.

Kelsie: Just breathe.

Kelsie: Go to his office, get your notebook, and laugh it off.

Kelsie: Like you did with the porn thing.

Me: Oh, God, I am a disaster.

Me: I should never have taken this job.

Me: I don't need the money.

Kelsie: No, you don’t need the money, but you do need structure.

Kelsie: And you need something to do, or you're going to drive yourself crazy.

Me: Why couldn't I just be a baker like you?

Kelsie: Because you are a disaster in the kitchen.

Me: Okay, that is fair.

Kelsie: Rip off the bandage and go get it.

Kelsie: You can always blame your “secrets” on the characters or whatever.

I’m pretty sure the death march from Star Wars is playing across the building’s speaker system. Everyone knows. They’re probably all laughing at me.

I blow out a breath when I reach Thorne’s office. His door is open, but I still knock.

“Come in,” he says.

I step inside and find him behind his desk, looking like a damn thirst trap. His gaze is locked on his computer screen. So I have a moment to oogle him.

Why does he have to have his shirt sleeves rolled up all the time? Why do I need to look at his forearms with the corded muscles, strawberry blonde hair, and the freckles? It should not be sexy for a man to have freckles, and yet it is so sexy.

Just stupidly sexy.