Tension crackled in the back seat, the electricity between them crackling at a low ebb. He was far from psychic but new she felt it too. He didn’t make a habit of courting his staff but was willing to make an exception in her case. The feeling he got with her, different from any woman he had ever known. What he’d heard referred to as “love” in the stories and poems.

“It’s just up here,” Polly said, pointing to a building in a row of them.

The place ...