‘Where should we start? My ex-wife back in the picture, your Hollywood romance, the fact that when I joined Donovan Pierce I was ever-so-slightly aware that the last Mr Donovan at the firm had been a terrible lech.’
Anna pulled a face.
‘Good point. Although what are we going to do now? I mean, you’re still my boss. Are you going to call me in to sit on your knee?’
Matthew grinned. ‘That doesn’t sound too bad, actually.’
‘You are your father’s son,’ said Anna playfully.
His expression turned tender. He reached out his hand and touched her face.
‘Are you ready for this? Working together? Being together?’
Anna slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him close.
She’d never been more ready for anything in her life. Ever.