Inappropriate

It's been more than two years since Mercedes Grant has seen a man, since her husband's untimely death. It's been longer than that since Zachary Jones has dated, thanks to a bitterly contested divorce. But when Mercedes has to call about her broken air conditioning on a hot summer's day, her friend Kari will work her matchmaker magic.

Zach drove in the general direction of Mercedes Grant’s house. Never directly toward it, but so that he would be in the neighborhood. About noontime, he found himself driving down that same tree-lined suburban street. It was quieter this time of day, he noticed, as he pulled over to the curb and got out. There was nobody around to ask awkward questions.
Heart pounding like a trip-hammer, he approached the front door. As he rang the doorbell, his pulse quickened even further. Why was he so nervous?

Dude, grow a pair, he told himself.

But that was the problem. He was thinking with his little head instead of his big one. If he’d been using his brain, he would have torn up the note as soon as he hopped in the van. Instead, he had put the note in his wallet, where nobody at the office would have been able to see it. Not that he had ever done anything like this before, but this was so inappropriate it wasn’t close to funny. He shouldn’t have even thought of accepting her invitation to lunch.

If even a whiff of this got to the office, he would be out of a job.