เข้าสู่ระบบThe rhythmic sound of labor filled the air while I stood at the trailer entrance, watching the crew move timber, everyone working together. Jeremiah stood at the center of it all, directing them with a commanding presence.Jensen appeared beside me, "Fall's coming."I glanced at him, confused by the emotion in his eyes. "You seem excited." I pointed out. "It's the company's anniversary soon." A small smile played at his lips. "How long have you been working here?" I asked. There was something about the way he watched everything with a dedication that went beyond a simple paycheck. "You seem very committed to be here." His expression softened. "I've been here since Jeremiah's father ran things. I was his right hand man when he was still alive."The past tense hit me. "Was? He's... dead?"Jensen nodded, his gaze was distant. "Him and his wife. A terrible accident claimed their lives." My eyes found Jeremiah across the yard, watching as he lifted a log with ease. Suddenly all I coul
The arcade light faded behind us Chuck and I stepped back onto the sidewalk, his pockets jingling with tickets he'd won. His entire face was glowing with a happiness that made the past hour completely worth it. "Can we come back next week?" He asked, practically bouncing with each step. "I'm so close to getting enough tickets for that Lego set. Did you see how I almost beat the high score on that racing game? Next time I'm totally going to-""We can definitely come back, buddy." Jason smiled, running his hands through Chuck's auburn hair. Both of them had bonded pretty quickly over the games in the arcade, and at this point, I was more or less a bystander to their budding friendship. "What about you, Tara?" Chuck turned to me. "What games did you play?"Jason's blue eyes bore into mine and I shifted on my feet. I couldn't tell them I'd slipped into the bathroom to hide while they were immersed in their games. "Well, I... uh... actually, I played a few-""Chuck!" Tracy's voice ran
The ice cream parlor was busy with afternoon customers, but Chuck's excitement was contagious as he pressed his face close to the display case, pointing at every flavor with glee. "Can I get the cookie dough? And maybe the chocolate chip? Oh, wait...they have the choco mint!"I smiled at his enthusiasm. "Pick two, okay?" When our turn came, I placed our orders and reached for my wallet. My fingers counted the bills once, twice, and my stomach sank. It wasn't enough. I was short by several dollars. "Do you... do you have a credit system?" I asked hopefully, already knowing the answer from the attendant's unamused expression. "Cash or card only."Heat flooded my face as I scrambled through my purse, desperately searching for spare change that wasn't there. "I'll cover it." I looked up sharply. Jeremiah stood beside me, already pulling out his wallet. "No, I can't possibly-" I started,but he was already handing cash to the attendant. "It's fine." Chuck beamed up at him. "Thank
I couldn't stop thinking about that moment in the hole. The way Jeremiah's hands had steadied me, how close we'd been on that ladder, his breath warm against my skin as he guided me up. Something had shifted between us down there in that dark hole, but I had no idea what it was. "Tara? You here with us?"Kennedy's voice jolted me back to the present. "Yes! Yes, I'm here." He rolled his eyes, turning back to the whiteboard covered in scribbled plans. "Like I was saying, Tracy says she doesn't want anything big, but we still need to make it special." Sandy threw a piece of popcorn at his head. "Then respect the lady's wishes, Ken." "Oh, because you're suddenly the expert on what women want?" Kennedy shot back. "Better than you, apparently-""Can we focus for five minutes without you two bickering like an old married couple?" Gerald groaned in a bored tone, and I agreed with him. They'd been at it since Kennedy called this emergency meeting. Tracy and Lolita had left hours ago t
The three of us left in Jeremiah's truck, I sat comfortably in the backseat, Jensen was at the passenger's side and Jeremiah was in charge of driving.It felt weird having our boss drive us but Jensen didn't seem to be moved by it.I assumed we were going to spend the ride in silence, but Jensen surprised me by launching into the town's history. "The town hall's been standing since 1892," he said, his hand gesturing animatedly. "Survived two fire, a tornado in '67, but time finally caught up with her. The foundation was crumbling, roof caved in last winter. Shame, really. It was a beautiful building."I listened, fascinated. I'd never heard Jensen string more than five words together at the construction site, and here he was giving me a full historical lecture."They tore her down last month," he continued. "Now the town's looking for someone to rebuild. A more modern structure, but keeping the original footprint."Jeremiah remained silent, his eyes were firmly fixed on the road. I
Sleep has been impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in his arms and the warmth of his chest against my cheek.I slapped both hands over my face and screamed into my palms, kicking my legs in the air like a child. The shame burned through my face. He was my boss, for crying out loud. Professional boundaries didn't get much clearer than 'don't sob hysterically on your employer.'"Just face him," I muttered, dragging myself to the bathroom. "Act normal. Pretend it never happened." But as I brushed my teeth, my traitorous mind conjured up the memory of his scent. The way his voice had dropped when he'd murmured,"You're a real stubborn one, aren't you?" It sent shivers down my spine all over again. I screamed and threw my toothbrush at the mirror, where it bounced off. "I've officially lost my mind," I announced to my reflection. The shower was rushed, I raced through my routine even as the image of last night played in my mind. When I'd returned to the party, Jason







