I jumped when Aiden clapped his hands together, the corners of his eyes pinched like he was smiling but his lips hadn’t quite gotten the message. God, that was sexy. His intensity was thrilling. What was it like for the women he dated?

Jealousy shredded me until I was a brick of cheese ready for Mom’s tater tot hotdish. I bit my lip to keep from snarling.

This man was not mine. He’d never remember me; I’d never given him a reason to. He might recall Jason, but he wouldn’t know who I was.

I shuffled through the tour with the rest of the group. Being librarians, we were a quiet and respectful group. It was a job that had called to me after the chaos that was my childhood. It was a job where I fit in, where I could contribute to the world in my own low-key, nerdy way. I wasn’t in charge of a multibillion-dollar company, but that was fine with me.

I considered Aiden’s tall, straight back as he led us through the wide hall to a room with dioramas and landscapes scattered with oil wells.

Was he happy being the CFO? He had to be making sick money. He had to go home with a sense of accomplishment. He was the reason this company stayed afloat, him and his dad. Surprisingly, I’d been able to pay attention while his dad had described their organization. I’d expected a long list of vice presidents, but beyond him and Aiden, there hadn’t been any.

The headquarters was a work of art. From the outside, the glass encased nearly the entire structure, gleaming a deep brown, like oil. Inside, it was open, spacious. An environment that stimulated creativity and boosted morale as long as the leaders didn’t quash it. By the time we wound back around to the conference room, the space had been filled with various water choices—spring, sparkling, and flavored—and finger snacks like wafer cookies, meat and cheese, and oh god, were those miniature muffins?

I had a serious weakness for muffins that I was not going to expose in front of Aiden One Ounce of Body Fat King.

I crept through the line, trying not to ogle the treats like I was Cookie Monster’s second cousin Muffin Maniac. Don’t get the muffins. Don’t get the muffins. They weren’t jumbo muffins. One little bite wouldn’t be worth it.

Okay. One muffin, but don’t stuff the whole thing in your mouth.

I grabbed a bottle of water and two mini muffins, one blueberry and one chocolate.

Few of my coworkers had taken any. I couldn’t let the Kings think they’d made a poor choice. Muffins were never a bad choice.