“Hmm?” Shelton murmured, reluctant to put down the book he was reading. Only a few pages remained to the thriller, and he still hadn’t a clue as to who the killer would turn out to be.
“Have you told your tall, dark, and wickedly handsome boyfriend that you’re leaving?”
Shelton shot the man at his elbow an irritated glance. “What do you want, Ted?” He noticed the coffee shop was filling up and hoped his coworker wouldn’t take the vacant chair at his table. Ted Pringle was personable enough, even attractive in a light blond, pansy, blue-eyed way. He was also a gossip, though, and lived to stir up trouble in and out of the office.
Ted threw his hands up. “Hey, I was only asking! We go in a few months, and—”
“Leave me alone.” Shelton turned back to the book and skimmed the page to find his place. Ted touched his arm, and Shelton spun on him but swallowed his angry words. Ted’s attention wasn’t on him. The man looked across the room, a smile of triumph on his lips.
Shelton followed his gaze, and his heart jumped then settled into a delighted patter. Nevil stood in the doorway of the coffee shop, scanning the tables with his beautiful turquoise eyes. Wickedly handsome? Damn right he was. Even after a year together, Nevil’s smile still had the power to melt his bones and leave him weak with want.
He waved the book when Nevil spotted him. A curious look passed over Nevil’s face as he approached the table, and Shelton remembered Ted’s hand on his arm. He pulled free, and Ted chuckled, his breath warm in Shelton’s ear when he bent down and whispered, “Don’t forget to tell him.”
Shelton growled, then forgot all about Ted as Nevil, his eyes dancing with mischief, stopped at the table.
“What are you doing here? Sit down,” Shelton babbled, feeling the warmth of a blush on his cheeks as Nevil glanced at Ted’s retreating back.
“Okay, but only for a minute. I have a surprise for you, and I’ve already wasted enough time finding you. Off work early?” Nevil took the empty chair at Shelton’s nod and leaned across the table. A teasing smile covered his face. “I may have to blindfold you.”
Heat swept through Shelton at the ardent look in Nevil’s eyes. God, he wanted Nevil to take him right there at the table. He agonized under the constraint of public opinion that kept him from kissing Nevil’s smiling lips.
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After a year of bliss with Nevil, Shelton is offered the promotion he’s been working toward at the bank. Unfortunately the new position is in another state, and Nevil doesn’t want to move. As tension mounts between them, Shelton is given another challenge in the form of a besotted coworker. Torn between the pressures at work and at home, Shelton has to choose his future. That is, until Nevil takes the decision out of his hands.