Frank would be furious when he read her email. His dark, rugged looks and piercing eyes even bluer than Valarie’s would get that scowl he wore when a client was being particularly difficult or a vendor had failed to send supplies on time. Ah, that gorgeous face, topping that delicious muscled body…
Valarie shook herself out of contemplating her boss – her former boss – and all his excellent attributes. While it was a shame she’d seen the last of Frank Herne, she’d be able to make a clean getaway without facing him over her abrupt resignation.
“I’m still waiting for you to tell me you’re kidding.”
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