Page 41 of Help Wanted

Deciding to do something about it, she sent him a text.

I’m bringing cinnamon rolls in for breakfast tomorrow. How many do you want?

She gathered her things, not expecting to get an answer. To her surprise, her phone chimed a few seconds later.

If I said three would I sound like a pig?

Her smile was huge as she typed a reply.

No. Three it is.

Before she got the door locked he responded.

Thanks. See you in the morning.

Kenley touched her bottom lip, thinking about the kiss. Again.

* * *

Zane was already in the office when she got in the next morning.

“Good morning,” he said with a smile that seemed forced. Something was up.

“Morning.”

“I get three, right?” he asked with a grin as she held out the container.

“You get as many as you want.”

She watched as he took a bite, his lips shiny with cinnamon glaze. How great they would taste right now. The sticky coating smearing between them—She stopped the inappropriate thought before it got out of hand.

“I have something for you,” he said, quickly backing away. She realized she had been staring at his lips the whole time. “I saw it when I left yesterday and I thought of you.” He held out a small velvet box.

Her heart seized, knowing the only thing that came in this type of box was jewelry.