“You okay?” With a gentle nudge to my arm to get my attention, he reached for the neat row of folders in front of me where I’d organized all the recent invoices. “Mm-hmm.” My face flamed. God, I was probably crimson by now. Could he read my thoughts? Had I been mumbling to myself? I did have my earbuds in, but I’d been so deep in my Owen fantasy that he’d probably noticed me staring like a sex-starved weirdo.
