Present-Summer

"I still say you should have Ian here with you for this, not me." Rick shoved his hands into his pockets.

I gave him a baleful look. "You're the accountant."

"He's the business owner, and you're avoiding him."

Yeah, well, couldn't deny that one. I couldn't shake all the doubts in my head. We had such a good thing going. I'd cook dinner at his place, we'd have eyes-rolling-back-in-my-head, I-can't-move sex afterward. We laughed. We talked. ...