Liam was already walking and she had to jog to catch up with his long-legged stride.

“Break room,” he said, showing her the large open-plan kitchen area with several tables and chairs. “There’s a Nespresso machine and Carter keeps fresh fruit in the fridge and gourmet cookies in the cupboard. If you bring your own lunch, make sure you label it and maybe padlock it too because some of the staff think that anything in the fridge is a free-for-all.” He smiled while he said it and she felt her heart flutter and her cheeks redden under the perfection of it.

“There’s a really good cafe downstairs,” he went on,...