When Jared stopped by on his lunch break, I was staring across the aisle at Max.

Jared leaned across the makeup counter and dropped a kiss on my cheek. Then he followed my gaze. “What are you staring at?”

“Max,” I said, still watching my coworker.

Max was busy and not looking at me. At the moment, he was cleaning the sunglasses in his section — ritzy sunglasses that for some reason management had seen fit to set up in the middle of all the fancy makeup counters.

“Why? You trading me in for a Max?”

“No. He’s always looking at me.” I tapped the glass counter. “Always.”

Jared laughed and finished off the last of his soda. “Seems to me you’re the one looking at him. He’s just... Read More