Epilogue 2
GRIFFIN WEST: IT HAPPENED AFTER HOURS
The moment I opened the door of my penthouse, all oxygen seemed to disappear.
Jessa Cole stood there. A vision from Holly Creek. Same warm eyes. Same slightly sassy tilt to her mouth. Same curves I remembered far too vividly.
I recall one wild night with her. The silky flash of her dress hem as she’d walked away from the bar. The husky laugh as she showed up at the doorstep of my vacation rental. The feel of her body under mine.
She looked even better than I remembered.
"Jessa." Her name flew from my lips.
She lifted her brows, a playful glint in her eye.
"Hey there, Mr. West."
"I—uh. Wow." I cleared my throat. "The nanny agency didn’t tell me it was you. If I had known..."
"Would you have canceled the interview?"
"No. I would’ve spent the entire weekend trying to decide if hiring you was the worst idea or the best damn decision I’ve ever made."
She chuckled. "Relax. The agency didn’t send me. Although I could use a job now that I’m with child.”
My gaze dropped—and hit the gentle curve of her stomach.
My breath caught. “What?”
Read more of Griffin and Jessa in the book It Happened After Hours , coming in August.