April’s perfume and the smell of brewed coffee invaded Jay’s workspace, one fragrance more welcome than the other. April overdid the floral notes. Too much proximity would give him a headache. How did Brian cope? Jay thanked her for the dark brew with a nod, engrossed with the email he wrote. A few seconds passed. The heavy scent of flowers became cloying.
Jay froze, fingers on the keyboard. A dart of his gaze to the left brought her profile into view. He only saw her right eye, but it moved left to right as she scanned the screen. She read over his shoulder. What the hell?
He tilted back to stare at her, but she ignored him, still reading.
“You’re still in touch with François?”
Trust April to make that sound incredulous while making no apology for snooping.
“Not that it’s any of your
