Chapter Twenty

RICHARD

Time flies.

That's what Richard realized five days later. He hadn't had much time to revisit what had transpired between him and Ava in the kitchen.

The hug. The kiss. The heat.

There were projects that needed his attention so he had barely been home. He left very early and only got home later in the night. Late enough that he'd missed Ava. Again.

He had dinner that Taylor had served him and he'd had a bath and retired to his home office.

He sat in his Study and shuffled through blueprints and documents that were scattered over his desk. He needed to go make propositions for landed properties for the next few weeks so he needed to get everything ready and in order.

He was still sorting the papers when the door creaked open and Taylor came into view.

"Taylor," he muttered, sparing a second to look at her face that was peering into the Study. He returned his attention to the documents.

"Do you have a minute?" She asked, still standi