Little Secrets: The Baby Merger. Yvonne Lindsay

the cuffs on his shirt and began to fold them back. He looked up and saw Sally’s gaze riveted on his hands. Even in the dim light of the restaurant, he saw the rose pink stain that crept over her cheeks and her throat. Was she remembering exactly what parts of her body his hands had touched last night? Did she have any idea of how much he wanted to touch her again?

      As if she sensed his gaze, she shook her head slightly and stared off into the distance, watching the other diners. Then, with a visible squaring of her shoulders, she returned her attention to him.

      “Okay, so what was so important that you couldn’t tell me at work?”

      Kirk shifted in his chair. “It’s about last night—” He paused, searching for the right words.

      * * *

      Sally felt her cheeks flush again. Did they really need to hash this all out? She’d much rather they just moved on.

      “We covered this already,” she interrupted. “Yes, it’s awkward that we’re working under the same umbrella after spending last night together. It happened, but it won’t happen again. I’m sure we can be grown-up about it all and put it very firmly in the past. It doesn’t have to affect our working relationship, such as it will be, and I’d prefer we just forget about it entirely.”

      She ran out of breath. Kirk eyed her from across the table.

      “Are you quite finished?”

      “Finished?”

      “Your commendable little speech.”

      “Oh, that. Yes, I’m done.”

      “Great. I’d like to agree with you. However, we have a problem.”

      Sally looked at him in confusion. Did he think he couldn’t work with her? She knew he’d mentioned redundancies in his announcement today. Surely he didn’t mean to dismiss her from her job? Could he even do that? Was that what this dinner was about? Cold fingers of fear squeezed her throat shut.

      “A problem?” she repeated.

      “The condom broke.”