CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
If not for the time of day, champagne would flow at Fair Face. After Caleb’s interview, interest in the new baby line skyrocketed. Whatever issues he’d had about saying he wanted to settle down had disappeared.
Genius. Brilliant. Smart move.
The words described how wonderfully they’d pulled off the PR coup with his appearance on Good Day Boise.
His assistant buzzed him. “Ms. Taylor is here to see you.”
Caleb hadn’t expected to see Becca today. But he would meet with her for a few minutes before he went to the celebration in honor of his award and interview. “Send her in.”
As Becca entered his office, the others left.
“See you in the cafeteria,” Ed said on his way out.
Caleb nodded. “I’ll be down shortly.”
The door closed.
She wore a pair of plain khakis, a blue
