Fiona POV
“Will you show me what you’re working on?” Nolan as I turn toward my department. We both planned to return to work, but I didn’t expect him to follow me to the lab.
“Sure. If you really want to,” I murmur, suddenly feeling nervous.
My stomach jumbles into a ball of butterflies when he lays his palm on my lower back and guides me down the hallway. His touch, as always, sends those pleasurable little tingles through me, but this time, they seem stronger.
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t mean it, Fiona.”
Clenching my fists, I take a deep breath and continue walking. It’s been almost four weeks of me working down here, and he hasn’t visited once. Granted, that’s because I told him not to, but still.
“I—”
“Fiona, how did the first two injections go?” Roger calls as I enter the
