She turned, went into Winter Shoes headquarters then shut the door behind her. Ted was kind and well meaning. He was older than her and married with two kids, but always took the time to say hello. In fact, all the guys in the estate agents were nice. They all spoke to her, often asked if she wanted lunch picking up if they were going on a run to Subway and had even invited her on their staff night out at Christmas—not that she’d gone. Dylan had sulked all evening when she’d said she was thinking about it. Now that she thought about it, Dylan had sulked whenever she’d mentioned the Crawford Estate Agents. He’d had an issue with the fact that she worked in close proximity with a bunch of nice looking, nice smelling blokes.

As if she’d have dated any of them! She’d been with Dylan. Megan wasn’t in the habit of two-timing. Finish one relationship before starting another had been very wise advice from her mother many years ago and had stood her in good stead. Dylan’s unjustified jealous sulks had been wearisome to say the least. At the time he’d said it was just because he cared about her, now she thought it showed nothing more than childish insecurity on his behalf.

She flicked on the kettle then placed the single bridal shoe on a high shelf, beside the window. She’d come back to it, in a few weeks, work on designing more bridal shoes from that one idea but change it slightly. She wouldn’t like to jinx anyone else’s wedding by having an exact replica.

After booting up her computer, she made a green tea then sat at her desk. Over the next three hours she tackled her inbox and juggled what was urgent and what could wait. Her new ankle boots weren’t selling as well as she’d hoped and a box of prototypes couldn’t be located—seemingly lost in transit. It was all hassle, things that an assistant could do in reality.

Georgie worked in human resources, for an agency, and had been pestering Megan to take on a secretary. Megan wondered if the time had finally arrived to bite the bullet and allow someone else to hold the reins for a while. That way she would be freed up to work on designing and getting new sales avenues set up.

Mmm. Tomorrow, yes, she’d speak to Georgie about it tomorrow, or maybe the next day. When she had a spare minute.