Back at work on Monday, I was feeling positive. I’d set up my dating profile and already had an in-box full of potential new suitors. Not that I was interested in any of them. But just having them there—just knowing that option was on the table—gave me a little boost to my step.
“Hey, sis.”
“Hi, guys.” I slid into my seat between them, opened my laptop, and kept my eyes on the screen as it loaded, knowing if I looked at Smith, my positive mood would die a quick death.
“Morning, Everleigh.” Smith’s rich voice rolled over every syllable in my name and washed over me like a wave.
Tempted, I sneaked a look at the man next to me. Dressed in a white dress shirt and a navy tie, he looked deliciously preppy, like he could grace the cover of a men’s clothing catalog. The dark stubble dusting hi
