transforming the area into a huge work space. “Wow. Look at this place,” Shane commented from behind. “It looks nothing like it did before.”
Krista ran her hand along the front of her desk. “That’s what I wanted. I needed to feel like I was going to an office if I was going to work from here all the time.”
Shane stood, hands in his pockets and looked around. She tried to see the room through his eyes. The seriousness of the work area, the cabinets and very comfortable leather desk chair, but also a small relaxed area on the other side with a couch and oversize chair—her favorite place to curl up, read, or use her laptop to review her work. Truthfully, she pretty much lived in this room, and the rest of the house was unused.
“You use all these computers?”
She only had a Mac desktop and a laptop, but it must look to him like she was quite the geek. Then again, wasn’t she, a little bit? “Yeah. You really need a Mac to do design work and the laptop for flexibility.”
“I need to get a new laptop.” He picked up hers. “You like this brand?”
“Yeah. If you want, I could go with you next week, and we could take a look at what’s out there.”
“Sure.”
He didn’t sound too excited about the offer, and she immediately wished she hadn’t said anything. Shane didn’t need her help.
“So, show me these websites.”
She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the strangeness of the night. Having Shane in her home was weird to say the least; showing him her office and work was bizarre. But she went through the motions of sitting down behind her desk and keying in the login for one of the sites she’d recently worked on. Shane moved to stand behind her just as the local veterinarian’s website popped up.
“Here’s the one I did for the Country Vet.”
As the graphics came to life on screen, she moved the mouse over several drop downs. When Shane didn’t say anything, she explained, “This is where their patients can sign in and have access to their pet’s records. It’s password protected for each individual, so only they can access the information—for example, see the date of a past check-up or print out their rabies certificate. They can also see the hours Doc is available and book their own appointment. Of course, that link can be changed by the office staff if necessary and an email is then sent to inform the client.”
“Pretty high-tech for a small-town vet, don’t you think?”
Krista shrugged. “But Doc was willing to let me do whatever I wanted, and with the easy interface, his clients have a wider access to what they need at their fingertips.”
He laughed. “Sure looks great on the computer, but then you go in his office and it’s the same furnishings since 1950. I think even his receptionist has been there since then.”
“Just goes to show, even an old-timer like Doc recognizes how important a website is to his business.”
Shane’s large hand reached out and covered hers where it rested on the mouse. “What happens if I go here?” The screen widened and switched to a video of a dancing cat. “What’s that?”
His hand stayed over hers, and it felt weird to have him touch her. Her breath caught, making her feel like she was sixteen years old again. Should she pull away? Leave it there?
“Um, it’s a silly little video that Doc’s wife sent me of their cat,” she finally replied.
His thumb shifted and slipped between her fingers. The simple movement was enough to send tingles racing up her arm. Her body warmed, and she had to struggle to keep her breath even. When Shane’s thumb grazed across the back of her fingers, she turned her head toward him. His gaze was on their joined hands, but as she glanced up, he snapped his head toward her and their eyes met. Their stare lasted for several, awkward seconds; she couldn’t seem to look away even when his gaze shifted lower to her lips. Her toes curled into the carpet under her chair, and her mouth
Krista ran her hand along the front of her desk. “That’s what I wanted. I needed to feel like I was going to an office if I was going to work from here all the time.”
Shane stood, hands in his pockets and looked around. She tried to see the room through his eyes. The seriousness of the work area, the cabinets and very comfortable leather desk chair, but also a small relaxed area on the other side with a couch and oversize chair—her favorite place to curl up, read, or use her laptop to review her work. Truthfully, she pretty much lived in this room, and the rest of the house was unused.
“You use all these computers?”
She only had a Mac desktop and a laptop, but it must look to him like she was quite the geek. Then again, wasn’t she, a little bit? “Yeah. You really need a Mac to do design work and the laptop for flexibility.”
“I need to get a new laptop.” He picked up hers. “You like this brand?”
“Yeah. If you want, I could go with you next week, and we could take a look at what’s out there.”
“Sure.”
He didn’t sound too excited about the offer, and she immediately wished she hadn’t said anything. Shane didn’t need her help.
“So, show me these websites.”
She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the strangeness of the night. Having Shane in her home was weird to say the least; showing him her office and work was bizarre. But she went through the motions of sitting down behind her desk and keying in the login for one of the sites she’d recently worked on. Shane moved to stand behind her just as the local veterinarian’s website popped up.
“Here’s the one I did for the Country Vet.”
As the graphics came to life on screen, she moved the mouse over several drop downs. When Shane didn’t say anything, she explained, “This is where their patients can sign in and have access to their pet’s records. It’s password protected for each individual, so only they can access the information—for example, see the date of a past check-up or print out their rabies certificate. They can also see the hours Doc is available and book their own appointment. Of course, that link can be changed by the office staff if necessary and an email is then sent to inform the client.”
“Pretty high-tech for a small-town vet, don’t you think?”
Krista shrugged. “But Doc was willing to let me do whatever I wanted, and with the easy interface, his clients have a wider access to what they need at their fingertips.”
He laughed. “Sure looks great on the computer, but then you go in his office and it’s the same furnishings since 1950. I think even his receptionist has been there since then.”
“Just goes to show, even an old-timer like Doc recognizes how important a website is to his business.”
Shane’s large hand reached out and covered hers where it rested on the mouse. “What happens if I go here?” The screen widened and switched to a video of a dancing cat. “What’s that?”
His hand stayed over hers, and it felt weird to have him touch her. Her breath caught, making her feel like she was sixteen years old again. Should she pull away? Leave it there?
“Um, it’s a silly little video that Doc’s wife sent me of their cat,” she finally replied.
His thumb shifted and slipped between her fingers. The simple movement was enough to send tingles racing up her arm. Her body warmed, and she had to struggle to keep her breath even. When Shane’s thumb grazed across the back of her fingers, she turned her head toward him. His gaze was on their joined hands, but as she glanced up, he snapped his head toward her and their eyes met. Their stare lasted for several, awkward seconds; she couldn’t seem to look away even when his gaze shifted lower to her lips. Her toes curled into the carpet under her chair, and her mouth
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