He walked into the office Monday morning, and her breath caught in her throat. He had obviously dressed up, his suit and tie much more formal than what he'd worn last week. Roy had worn a tuxedo to his sister's wedding last year, but that image wouldn't come quickly to her. The comparison fell flat in the face of Jim's easy smile.

She reminded herself it was only a crush.

Michael was announcing Jim's arrival, but Pam needed to focus on something else--work, solitaire... Anything but the way she'd inexplicably lit up, when all he'd said was good morning.