Chapter 6

Samuel was less aggressive than the rumors suggested, and carried himself with a gentlemanly air.

My cheeks burned instantly. I mumbled awkwardly, "Mr. Rathbone, I'm sorry. I sent the wrong message last night."

Samuel didn't seem to hear my apology. His gaze fell on the instant coffee in my hand, and he frowned a little.

Then he gave a quiet laugh. "Looks like I have to worry about more than just your performance.

"Guess I need to make sure you're eating right, too."

There was a faint teasing note in his voice, and the awkwardness faded away in an instant.