Christine wasn’t sure what to say. He’d followed her. He’d come back to her time and again. Of course he insulted her first, but he always came back. Was she ready for him?
And did she want him to quit?
“You can’t quit,” she finally said. “You’re very good at your job and it wouldn’t be fair of me to demand you quit.”
His shoulders slumped in defeat. He didn’t meet her eyes. His feet turned and he reached for the door. “I’ll leave you to your night. I’m sorry I bothered you.”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t still interested in seeing you,” Christine clarified. “I see no reason it has to be all or nothing. It’s my company, after all. I do make the rules.”
Mac paused then slowly turned to face her. A confident smile spread across his face as he crossed the small entryway to her side. “So you’re telling me I can have both you and the job?”
“Okay, but before we worry about any of that, I have a question. Am I going to get to kiss you again?”
Christine smiled and crooked her finger at him. Mac didn’t waste any time pulling her against him and sealing their lips together again. When he leaned back to look at her, he smiled and said, “I’m not going to regret that one. Or any of the others.”
He sealed his lips to hers again and they both forgot where they were, until Angela’s squeal broke them apart. “Um,” Christine said, pressing her fingers to her lips, “do you want to stay for dinner? Meet my mom and daughter?”
“Green beer?” Mac teased.
Christine shook her head. “I think we have some red wine though.”