Marc put his arm around Jesse's shoulders, stopping to give her a look that was meant to be convincing. "If you haven't changed us yet, it's because you're never going to." We can't do worse anymore, right? Wentworth nodded with a smile. And that, miraculously, served as consolation. But the days kept passing, and Jesse couldn't bring himself to cheer up. The head did not give him a break. Every time he sat down to work, memories washed over him. In the forty”eight hours after the lemonade with Wentworth, she had been meticulously dissecting every memory she had, including Tori, something she hadn't done since trying to get over the divorce…and obviously taking its toll on her. Victoria continued to be an open wound in his heart, something he missed on a daily basis and that was present in every corner of his house, his office and his mind. However, over the years he had learned not to see her in every woman he passed, not to ask mutual friends about

“This is what you get for running away like that. Anyone will think we mistreated you," she complained, touching his little head with her index finger. Don't ever do this again, you hear me? I let you flutter around the house three times a day, if I had you locked up twenty”four hours, well... God, what a scare you gave me. He sighed, shaking his head. The bird finally chirped, as if to say that it was fine. Lea smiled and covered him with her hand before getting up. If I forgive you… He was babbling incoherently to the bird for a while longer until he remembered that Jesse was still there, just like the most carnivorous dog in the history of canines. Her smile turned into a nervous grimace when she saw her boss look at her with a strange expression, as if she was holding back her laughter and at the same time she had just been struck a chord. “How adorable. Lea cut him off as her eyes widened, stopping just above her brows. What happens? "Did I do that to yo

She lifted her head to see Jesse staring at her. “You go? she asked. “Should. The kitchen thing was supposed to be serious. "Well, nothing has happened… nothing irreversible," she heard herself say. What the fuck? Was she backing down? "The kitchen thing was supposed to be serious." Then? Why had they just groped the sofa, other than because they felt like it? They couldn't do things like that or things like the ones in the office, then spend two weeks treating each other politely, defining the line that couldn't be crossed, and ending up repeating the move from the beginning. She would go crazy if they kept doing that. "I'll walk you to the door. But grab the dog. Jesse nodded thoughtfully, waiting for her to put on her robe before following her. She fixed her loose hair as best she could, knowing he was watching her every move. She opened the front door, trying not to get too close to the collie, and waited wi