“You still haven’t actually answered me.” “Sounds like I don’t have much choice.” His lips curl. “Well, you can always object.” “Something tells me I’d be overruled.” He pulls me close, the folder flattening between us and his lips hovering over mine. “Absolutely, Ms. Pierce.” I can feel my own mouth curving, the smile forming there so big it almost hurts, my eyes watering as my chest swells. “Well?” His lips brush against mine in a barely there kiss. “What do you say?” I wrap one arm around his neck. “I’m sure I can pencil you in.” “I would expect nothing less, Sour Patch.”
