Just Don't Fall (Sweater Weather, #1; Appies, #1)

by Emma St. Clair

Well, that could have gone worse. Logan could have laughed in my face. He could have looked disgusted. Or said he finds me so unattractive that he couldn’t imagine going on a date with me. Those are responses I might not have recovered from. I would have ducked under my desk, curled up into a ball, and promptly died if Logan did any of those things. My successor would move into my office and have to use my bones as a footstool. So, see? It could have gone worse. But it did not exactly go swimmingly. “Let me get this straight,” Mia says, setting her wine glass down and looking a little too amused. “Logan didn’t say a word?” “Not a single one.” I take a sip of my root beer, the only kind of beer I like. Mulligan’s has it on tap, which is why I always insist on coming to this sports bar near the stadium instead of the fancier bars Mia prefers. “And he just … got up and left your office?” she asks. “He did.” “And he’s avoided you ever since?” “I mean, I wouldn’t say avoided. He’s busy. I’m busy. And it’s only been a day, so … yeah. Fine. He’s avoiding me.” My best friend stares at me, and I think she’s trying to decide if she’s allowed to laugh, or if she has to pretend this isn’t hilarious. She must really feel sorry for my humiliation because she doesn’t laugh, though she does use her wineglass to hide her smile. I bet if she were the one to ask Logan, he would have said yes. No questions asked. With her modelesque height, dark hair, and bright blue eyes, Mia turns heads in ...