Regret Came Too Late

Henderson Group's records room was huge, with a good 3,200 square feet of filing space.

Grace walked in carrying a broom, figuring she'd be stuck cleaning for hours, but the place was obviously professionally maintained. There was not a speck of dust in sight, so there was no need for cleaning.

She grabbed a random book, plopped it over her face, and settled for a nice, guilt- free nap. She had lost track of time when the book was suddenly lifted from her face.

Grace blinked the sleep from her eyes, looked up, and nearly jumped out of her skin at the sight of Ethan standing there.

Ethan lifted the book, eyeing the cover before reading aloud in his rich, deep voice. "Sharing a Home With My Boss?"

Seriously? Since when did the records room stock this kind of trash?

Grace had just needed something to shade her eyes. She hadn't even looked at what she was grabbing! It must've belonged to one of the cleaning staff. Heat flooded her cheeks, and her whole body grew tense.

"That's someone else's," she rushed to explain.

The door was closed, and Ethan was standing beside her, no longer in his wheelchair. The afternoon sunlight draped over them like a warm blanket. He turned to the first page with a graceful flick of his finger.

more than she ever wanted Ethan to see. She lunged for the book, yanking it away and tossing

trust me. You don't

her flushed face before turning away. "You were supposed to

instantly, dropping

with an almost unreal presence. In a detached

"Right now?"

"Yeah."

to grip the handles.

workday, but when the boss

favor. He

arrived at the underground garage, Grace looked for Tim,

she

in the back seat, Ethan narrowed

she letting her boss play chauffeur. She practically threw herself