Easton
Two days.
That was how far behind I was.
I stared at the stack of reports covering my desk and seriously considered pretending they didn’t exist. Unfortunately, paperwork didn’t magically disappear if you ignored it. If anything, it seemed to multiply while you weren’t looking.
Turns out spending nearly two days locked in a dungeon because you fell head over heels for a shapeshifter was fantastic for your love life.
It was absolute hell on your workload.
“Don’t even think about it.”
Braxton’s voice drifted through the open doorway of his office.
I leaned back in my chair and called out, “Think about what?”
“I know that look.”
“What look?”
“The one where you’re trying to figure out if you can shove those reports into a drawer and pretend you already finished them.”
A grin
