The blinking cursor on her screen drew Lauren from her thoughts. Yesterday hadn’t gone as she had anticipated. What was, at first, so promising with Ainslon, had come to a complete and sudden stop. She wrote countless texts to send to her but deleted all of them. Ainslon insisted she needed space and that’s exactly what Lauren would give her. She wouldn’t seek her out but if they both happened to be in the same place, well, Lauren wouldn’t pass that opportunity up. How could she? Ainslon had already wormed herself into Lauren’s life and she liked it.
Since no work would be forthcoming, Lauren shut down her laptop, closed the lid, and slid it to the corner of her desk, stood, then stretched. A.J. was due any minute with some samples, so she could justify putting off the invoices for a few
