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

impossible.” There was a pause as she buckled herself in, “What did you call me? You know, for full disclosure.”
                  “Ahh, lets not talk about that.”
                  “Come on, tell me. I won’t get mad.”
                  Franklin blew out a breath heavily. “Every woman who’s ever said that gets mad.”
                  “I’m not every woman, now am I?”
                  He glanced over at her as he drove. When she continued to gaze at him waiting for an answer, he sighed. “Her broom.”
                  “Wait, what?” Jane asked as she contorted her face in confusion.
                  “You know, the witch and her broom.”
                  “Why a broom though? You could have gone anywhere with that.”
                  Franklin’s mouth twisted into a little awkward smile. “You know, because you kind of had a stick up your butt. And Rebecca’s always riding you.”
                  Jane’s mouth fell open. “That’s terrible!”
                  “I said let’s not talk about it!”
                  Jane’s arms crossed over her chest. She could feel steam rising from her head as she leaned back against the leather seat of his car. Franklin glanced over at her, the smile quickly replaced with a look of concern.
                  “Are you mad?” He asked quietly.
                  “Not even a little.”
                  The car stayed silent for the rest of the drive, Jane seething until they pulled up to his place. It wasn’t what she’d expected. Knowing Franklin’s background, she had imagined some grand home with expensive furnishings and exquisite cars. Or an oversized bachelor pad decorated in modern chrome and high tech devices. The place they pulled up to was very different than she’d ever let her mind wander to.
                  Franklin pulled the car into a little driveway barely big enough for two cars. The house in front of them was two stories, red brick with hunter green shutters and a cute garden out front. There was even a white, picket fence along the outside of the property.  When the car was parked, Franklin ran around the front of the car to open her door for her. Extending his hand to help her down, she slipped her fingers within his grasp. Jane started walking towards the house, a hunter green front door sat behind an ornate black and white glass door.
                  Producing a key, Franklin let them into the house. It was hot inside before he walked over to a wall and adjusted the thermostat for the air to blow. Jane still hadn’t said a word as her eyes traveled over every inch of the house. It looked exactly like the sort of house she’d lived in when she was a child. She followed behind him into the kitchen. It was so far the only modernized part she’d seen with a stainless steel stove and appliances. Everything else was dark wood, warm colors and old school comfort.
                  “Your house, it’s so beautiful,” Jane whispered once Franklin had poured her a glass of cold water.
                  A look of relief seemed to slip onto his face. “I’m really glad you like it. A lot of people make fun of my place.”
                  “Why?” She asked as she raised an eyebrow.
                  He shrugged. “It’s not what they’re expecting. I get told a lot that it’s the type of place you get once you’re married and ready for kids. My parents think I can do way better, but I like it. I never felt too comfortable growing up in big homes.. He checked his phone. “Feel free to look around. There’s a garden out back too, if you like that kind of thing. I’m going to go upstairs, find some clothes to pack before we head back to your place.”
                  Jane nodded.