

He took a step back, telling himself it meant nothing. She opened her mouth to argue but then closed it, as if she couldn’t find a credible reason. He’d never had trouble asking a woman for anything. I thought you might find it harder to resist if a cute little girl asked. “We’re going down to Creative,” said Dane. It didn’t matter if she joined them or not. Pam looked up from her desk, a line of concern on her forehead. “Pammy! Pammy! Come with us to eat lunch!” Dani tugged on her father’s hand, eager to get closer to Pam. That would remind her that whatever her worries, the pleasure they brought each other was worth it.

Surely she didn’t really intend to go back to the way they were before. Of course, he knew they had to be discreet at the office.

And not even letting him kiss her good night? Her resistance to have dinner with him and Dani was a case in point. It was like she’d gone inward, remote, doing her job as efficiently as ever, but not…talking…to him as much. Ever since their return, Pam was different. “Why don’t you ask her?” he said, walking through the doors into her office. Pam had always had that effect on him, he realized now.
