The Consultant

I never thought I was the relationship type. My life was sorted, or so I thought. At 42, I have never felt more fit and healthy, and I enjoyed my work. When hunky ex-army major James McKenzie joined my consulting team, everything changed. He was breathtakingly attractive. And married. I settled for a comfortable, productive, and kindred friendship. And yet, as time passed, I sensed something more under his cool, calm and in-control exterior. Was it merely wishful thinking?