Courtney Vonn is laser-focused on building her corporate management career. Finding the man God wants her to marry isn't scheduled in her Outlook calendar until 3Q next year. So of course she meets Jim Divala now, ruthless business piranha with a reputation for crunching data and idiots with his teeth.
Courtney discovers Jim is nothing like the office rumors and in turn gains a leadership mentor. They learn both their mothers died from breast cancer when they were children and quickly develop a bond beyond colleagues. Except there's one small obstacle: their company's no-fraternization policy.
Jim doesn't believe the policy is relevant in today's corporate environment, whereas Courtney is too new in her career at Warner's to believe otherwise. While exploring their growing personal feelings, Courtney finds a lump in her breast. She feels like she's playing a game of warehouse chutes and corporate ladders while balancing everyday life.
Jim couldn't place this feeling. It felt fearful. Nearly panicked. In just a week he'd grown to expect and depend upon her company. He didn't want to part ways.
As they walked up the gangway, Courtney glanced at him. "What do we do?"
"We go to baggage claim," he said as he adjusted his laptop bag on his shoulder.
She rolled her eyes and laughed. "I mean, how do we act now that we're back home? I'm not above the law like you are at Warner's."
Oh. She meant the dreaded no-fraternization rule again. No, it didn't bother him in the least. He didn't think Saxby would fire him for being in a relationship with a fellow colleague, but her, well, no, he couldn't be sure she wouldn't be at risk.
"I'll figure something out."
Once they reached the gate, she stopped. "One of my friends went through something like this, and she had to hide their relationship. I'm not good at hiding or pretending, and I don't want to."
"That's not us, regardless of any similarities."
"It's like a gray cloud on what could be very different if we could," she grabbed his hand, "just hold hands in public." She let his hand go.
"I'll figure something out, and I hope after this week you know I keep my word." She held his stare then finally nodded. They started walking again toward baggage claim. He slipped his hand in hers. When she looked at him with eyes of fear, he said, "We'll tell people I'm temporarily blind and you're having to help me."
She stopped walking and pulled her hand free from his. "I don't want to lie, Jim."
"It's not a lie. I am blinded. You're making me feel things I wasn't prepared for. Besides, I know I've said it before, but I'll say it again because you've forgotten it. Sometimes you have to take risks when it's something you want and something you believe in."