I’d just completed the most difficult of the crisscross leg jumps followed by a spin and semi-inappropriate hip thrust when I turned and saw Simon standing in the doorway of my office, a bemused expression on his face. Never had I wanted to crawl under the floorboards and hide quite so intensely as I did right then. Of all the people I could have embarrassed myself in front of, why did it have to be Simon? With his professional demeanor and grown-up mortgage and reasonable car.

Simon stood there watching while I scrambled to put my shoes back on and smooth the flyaways back into my bun.

“Sorry,” he finally said once I was mostly put back together. “Your door was open. Should I come back another time?”

I ushered him into the office. “This is fine. April and I were just finishing lunch. Just give me one quick second.”

April looked like she was going to cry from the effort of holding in her laughter. I shot her a scolding look, then ushered her out the door, the remnants of our shared lunch gathered in her hands. I followed her into the hallway, closing the door behind me. “I am so not sharing my bread with you ever again,” I muttered under my breath.

She smirked. “Oh, I’m pretty sure the look on your face when you saw him standing there is well worth the sacrifice.”

“I have no idea why I agreed to be your friend.”

“Who is he?”

“Jamie’s older brother, Simon. He’s the accountant who’s reviewing the inn’s financials.”

“Oh! I can see the family resemblance. You were not wrong about Hamilton family genetics. You’re sure he’s not single?”

“Nope. Happily taken.”

“Hmm. That’s too bad.”

“Okay. I’m going to go talk to him now.”

She nodded while backing away. “Good luck.”

“You’re not going to tell anyone about my BOYBAND history, right?”

She paused. “Oh, no. I won’t tell anyone. I’ll tell everyone.”

Ha. Funny.

Back in the office, Simon had taken a seat under the bay window. A sheet of paper lay on the table in front of him—a list of some sort.

I sat across from him. “Sorry about that.”

He looked up from his phone and turned it off, setting it facedown on the table. “It’s no trouble. I know I wasn’t expected.”

I’d gotten to know Simon well enough to know that if I didn’t mention the dancing, he wouldn’t either. But I couldn’t let it go. “It was an impromptu thing,” I said. “I don’t generally turn my office into a dance club.”

His lip twitched. “Perhaps you should. You seemed . . . enthusiastic.”