Third Person POV

Nancy sauntered into the marketing office, the purchase order in her hand and that familiar sway in her hips she knew Noah liked. He was lounging in his chair, tie loosened, looking more bored than busy until he spotted her.

“Well, well,” he drawled, eyes running over her with interest. “Didn’t expect you back so soon.”

Nancy smiled knowingly. Their history went back further than most people in the company realized. She placed the order on his desk, leaning down ...