Lori's logic made sense, in a really twisted, non-linear sort of way. Eric was amazed that he not only followed her goofy reasoning, he actually found himself agreeing with it. If he kept a spare sweatshirt in his office, he wouldn't have been cold tonight when he forgot his coat. Of course, with his luck he'd probably forget about the sweatshirt too. He found himself really liking the slightly scatterbrained biologist. Maybe a little too much for comfort. She had a great sense of humor and she wasn't afraid to laugh at herself. If Eric wasn't careful, he was going to make a complete i***t of himself. He pulled on the sweatshirt and got a good, solid whiff of her feminine, but not perfumey, scent on the fabric. It hit him like a lightning bolt, shooting straight to his crotch. He twisted u
