Romance: Dedication - A Workplace Romance (Dedication Series, Romance, Contemporary Romance Book 1) by Nancy Adams Page A

mouth captured hers.
                  “We didn’t finish the dishes,” Jane whispered.
                  “I think they can wait.”
                 
    ***
     
                  Jane ran a brush through her hair. Every time it seemed like they were ready to leave, Franklin would do something to start the process all over again. It was after her third time getting dressed again that she forced him out of the house and into a taxi. They traveled back to the bar that they’d celebrated at the night before. As Jane stepped out of the taxi, Franklin paid for the ride. Jane had just woven her hair into a ponytail when she heard a familiar voice.
                  “Jane?”
                  Rebecca was looking at her with a raised eyebrow. Her purse was slung over her shoulder, a raised hand blocking the sun from her eyes. When Franklin moved beside her, wearing clothes from the day before, Rebecca glanced back and forth between them. Jane bit her lip as the reality of the situation hit her friend.
                  “You two? You two! What...how...why? Jane?”
                  Jane steered Rebecca away from Franklin calling over her shoulder to him. “Pull the car around!” When they were out of earshot of Franklin the brunette opened her mouth. Jane could see the gears working in Rebecca’s head, trying to piece things together.
                  “Don’t start.”
                  “Mckinnon, seriously? All of the men in that office you could screw and you pick Mckinnon?”
                  “Franklin and I just-”
                  “Franklin!” Rebecca exclaimed. “Now he’s Franklin to you? What is going on? Please, tell me you’re not crazy enough to actually fall for him.”
                  “What’s so bad about him?”
                  “He’s a mean, conniving, snake who’s probably playing with your emotions for fun,” Rebecca said as she perched her hands onto her hips.
                  Jane rolled her eyes. “Trust me, I don’t think he can fake the way he’s been acting. Can’t you just be a normal person who doesn’t work at the same place as me and be happy that I got laid? And that the guy is actually pretty nice?”
                  “I will never be happy that you’re sleeping with Satan.”
                  “Rebecca…”
                  Something on Jane’s face must have made Rebecca reconsider things. She rolled her eyes, but her hands at least dropped from her hips. Jane heard the heavy sigh that passed her lips.
                  “Fine. Look, just don’t do anything stupid, okay? We have it hard enough working in the men’s club without being part of their locker room triumphs. I just don’t want to see you get hurt, okay?”
                  Jane nodded. “I know. Trust me though, I can handle this. Besides, right now we’re still just…”
                  “Screwing? Don’t give me that look.”
                  “I was going to say, starting out. I promise, I’ll be careful.”
                  Jane left with a wave as she walked to Franklin’s car. Rebecca was right, it was foolish getting involved with someone that she worked with. She couldn’t help it though. Her gut told her that there was no way Franklin could be faking his actions. She slid into his car, slamming the door  before they started driving.
                  “What did the witch want?” Franklin said as they sped down the highway.
                  “We were catching up. You really shouldn’t call her a witch.”
                  “I’m sure I’ll have a less evil name for her when she’s less evil, until then she’s the witch.”
                  Jane rolled her eyes. “You’re both