Something on his desk caught my attention. Off to the side, almost hidden, was the penguin figurine I’d left to tease him. It sat next to another one of similar size. “I knew you liked penguins.” I pointed to the pair. His sheepish grin and little shrug sent a pleasant tingling through my stomach. “Busted. They are my favorite animal.” “Why?” He picked up the two penguins. “They mate for life. Some species do, at least. They pick a partner and stick with them, year after year.”
