‘Jesus Christ, Zach. I’ve been at work for five minutes and I’ve already soaked my thong.’ Holy fucking shit. I am so out of my depth with this woman. I pant out a shocked laugh and wipe my hand over my face. ‘You can’t say things like that. Seriously.’ ‘Um, hello? You’re the one who’s sitting there looking all conflicted and tortured and Hot Widower-y and telling me you can’t stop thinking about doing unspeakable things to me! How the hell else is my body supposed to react?’ We stare at each other. I suppose she has a point. Good God. I bury my head in my hands and groan.
