I barely made it to the parking lot when I heard Jack’s footsteps behind me. “Tierney,” he called. “Wait up.”            My feet wanted to keep moving, but every other part of me wanted an answer. Needed to know if all of this—the flirting, the fun, the chemistry—was part of a fa

 Our next stop was a couple towns over, at a diner in Cherry Lake. As we pulled into the parking lot, Jack said, “I figured you’d appreciate a meal without people staring or trying to overhear our conversation.”“You figured right.” I looked over at him, a smile taking over my face. He’d very slyly reached across the truck to hold my hand on the way here, and we had t

             “You sure you don’t want to go back in there?” I asked as we stepped out onto the sidewalk. I looped my arm through Jack’s and cast a surreptitious look at his profile. The muscles in his jaw worked overtime as he thumbed through his wallet for the valet ticket.            “I’m sure,&r

             “Tierney, can I see you in my office?”            I looked up from a manuscript I’d been editing about the mating habits of army ants to find Ron’s head poking out of his office door. “Yeah, sure.” Tossing my red pen down, I stood and rounded my desk.

             Many a suggestive comment and knowing smirk greeted me when I got to my parents’ house a while later. I refused to acknowledge my mother’s waggling brows and headed straight upstairs for a shower. An ice-cold shower.            Now, it was just after ten a.m. the next morning and the house was filled with clu