Chapter Thirty-Five
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By the time Peter arrived an hour later, I'd started my second cup of coffee, and had reworked the storyboards that we'd been struggling with for the young professional demographic.
I knew he was there before he spoke, every hair on my body standing on end, drawn to the electrical charge he sent through me whenever he was near.
"Got an early start?"
I looked up, a pencil clenched between my teeth, from where I'd bent across the table to fix a detail.
"I realized I hadn't been pulling my weight."
I nodded toward the side table.
"I brought breakfast."
Its a start - but can he maintain it?
