I couldn’t help but laugh at Tyler's e-mail. He was obviously distracted from work by me, too. I peered out the window at the dreary winter weather and let my thoughts drift. Tyler visualized me in sexy, black outfits. I had plenty of those. Would I ever get the opportunity to wear one for him? He seemed attracted to my image of a dominant woman, yet he could see somehow that the real me liked to relax and let somebody else take the lead. I imagined his strong but soft touch.

A knock on the door jolted me back. Chris, my business partner, came in the room.

“Lori, I need you to look at the lease agreement for the office space again.” He dropped a file on my desk. “There’s some fine print we should go over. Are you ok?”

“Yeah, why?” I tried to bring my focus back to real life.

He smiled his crooked grin that showed he knew me too well. “Just checking. We’re getting plenty of feedback on the D.C. show coverage. You’re doing a great job; the fan base never stops growing.” He smiled again and retreated to the main office area.

Tyler left me one last e-mail to covet before the holiday weekend—

Hi Lori,

I am leaving the office now. Happy Thanksgiving!! I will be thinking of you.

Tyler

He had no idea how much I would be thinking of him, too.