He enters grinning, showing his dimples. I can't help but smile back, he looks so damned gorgeous.

"Kathryn, I really wish you wouldn't say that."

"Why ever not?"

"Well every time you do, Harry blushes, Paris says "I wish" and I feel ...... uncomfortable."

"But I wanted you to come into my ready room" I say as I walk around the desk to stand right in front of him.

"Why is that?" he asks.

I place my hand over his heart, lean in very close and whisper in his ear.

"Because I want to come in my ready room."

Back to Cath's Room