Passion to Die For. Marilyn Pappano

They both spoke at once, both broke off at once.

      Ellie moved away from the desk. “I’ve got things to do….”

      “Yeah. Me, too.” Still, it took an effort for him to move. He wished she would walk past him and into the hall. Not too close. Just enough that her clothing would brush his, that her perfume would tickle his nose.

      She didn’t, though, instead returning to her desk, focusing her attention on the paperwork there. Grimly, he walked out.