An hour later, Jake comes strolling out to my desk, where I’m wading through all the documents Margo has left for me; I have two empty coffee mugs on my desk and a lot of scrunched-up notes in the bin. He’s lost his jacket and tie, his blue shirt is untucked at the waist with sleeves rolled up, and the collar is open; it’s devastating to me like it always is. I’m a sucker for this look on him; even without looking directly at him, my temperature soars along with my heart ...