We got back after midnight. I was extremely tired.

Work consumed me. I hadn’t dreamed in ages.

Half-asleep, my phone rang. My lawyer.

"Ms. Sullivan, Mia refuses to pay. Mr. Reed offered to pay it for her, but only if you meet with him personally."

He wants to see me now? Unbelievable.

"Do I look broke? Tell them: Pay up, or I sue Mia for willful destruction of property."

I hung up, sleep gone.

I went downstairs for water.

The kitchen light was on. Caleb sat at the table, working.

"Jeez! Scared me!"

"Only guilty consciences startle easily."

I poured water and approached. "Hey, are you editing my report?"

Caleb sighed dramatically.

"For the board. Didn't want them thinking we're circling the drain. Might cause coronaries."

I could strangle him.

But I needed the roof.

"Good luck. Bedtime."

I turned, stumbled, and landed squarely on his lap.

My lips brushed his cheek. My upper body pressed against his chest.

Single man and woman. Night. Very awkward.

And sitting... right there. It felt prominent.

His gaze dropped to my lips.

I could hear his heartbeat, smell the clean, woodsy scent of his aftershave.

"At least I didn’t spill the water," I blurted, standing up.

His hands lingered briefly on my waist.

"Trip over flat ground? Impressive."

He looked away, fingers drumming randomly on the keyboard.

"Goodnight. Get some sleep."

I fled upstairs. I could feel his eyes on my back.

Next morning, Caleb came down looking like a panda.

"Pull an all-nighter, boss?" I asked, surprised.

Reports were hard for him too?

"Call me Caleb at home."

I ate my breakfast, fighting a smile.

He wore sunglasses to work.

In the break room, colleagues cornered me.

"Miss Sullivan, what's with Mr. Crawford today?"

"Maybe he just wanted a new look?" I lied smoothly.