Three weeks later
Sarah handed the envelope over to the courier, signed the proffered confirmation slip. She shut the door and took a deep breath.
She’d just sent off the last few printed materials – and the project for Lemongrass was done. She had to prepare her final invoice, and that was it.
Thank God… now I can take a breather.
“You sent everything off?”
Sarah turned around and smiled at Helen. “Yep.”
“Congratulations, hon,” Helen said. “Must feel good. That was one hell of a big job.”
“Yeah, it was.”
Helen grinned. “And you’re sleeping at Jax’s tonight for the first time?”
Sarah dropped her gaze. “Uh. Yeah.”
“Hmmmm.” The older woman’s tone was teasing. “You think you’ll actually do much sleeping?”
The problem with having skin as fair as Sarah’s was that any blush at all w
