My Boss Showed Up Drunk At My Door Until He Said He Needed Me

do you own?”

Heat rose immediately to her cheeks. “About forty-seven, give or take.”

“Forty-seven.” He turned to face her with wide eyes. “You’re telling me you own forty-seven cardigans?”

“I really like cardigans. What’s the problem?”

He started laughing — a genuine, loud laugh that echoed off the walls. Then he pulled her close, arms around her waist.continue reading …