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inclination to feel Nick’s forehead for signs of fever and delirium.
    What in the world was he thinking? Going out with the hired help? He was too young for a midlife crisis. Although she’d never seen that particular gleam in his eyes. And he wasn’t wearing his customary suit. It was Saturday, but his reputation for working seven days a week was legendary. So she didn’t often see him in casual clothes. And a good thing, too.
    His jeans and the long-sleeved white shirt rolled to the elbows highlighted his masculinity. Casual clothes on Nick were dangerous to her unbreakable rule. Work attire was comfortable and safe. Besides reminding her that she needed to maintain a professional relationship, his suit jacket hid that great butt—
    Whoa, Abby. Don’t go there . This was shaky ground. He was her boss. She had no business critiquing his anatomy, even if it did kick up her heart rate. What was her world coming to?
    No good. That’s what. And not fair, since she was
dressed in gray sweats and no makeup, a scary proposition at best.
    She pushed her hair out of her eyes. “I can’t drop everything.”
    â€œYou don’t have to drop anything,” he said. “In fact I recommend against dropping breakables.”
    â€œYou know that’s not what I meant. I have things to do.”
    He looked at his watch. “If I pick you up at seven-thirty, will that give you enough time?”
    â€œThere’s never enough time,” she said.
    He shook his head sympathetically. “You need to have some fun, Ab.”
    â€œNo, I don’t.” That came out so witchy. She sighed. “I don’t mean to be rude, Nick, but just which part of no didn’t you understand?”
    â€œThe N and the O.” He folded his arms over his chest and grinned down at her.
    â€œYou know we could have had this conversation on the phone,” she said.
    â€œI had a feeling you would resist the idea. I thought it might take some convincing, and it’s not as easy to get rid of me in person.”
    Abby let out a long breath. If she had known he was selling something, she would never have opened the door. And her day off had started out so well. She had formulated a plan. Life was so much easier that way. If she deviated from her daily goals, there would be more to do tomorrow. Her outline of the day hadn’t included convincing Nick that she couldn’t forget her responsibilities and go play with him.
    â€œLet me explain this to you,” she said. “No is a negative response to a proposition or situation. It means
I can’t accompany you. But I appreciate the thought. It’s very sweet—”
    â€œLook at it this way, Ab. If you’re going to do footloose and fancy-free someday, you need experience. You’re the one who’s facing the light at the end of the tunnel Carefree abandon doesn’t just happen. It needs single-minded training, determination, practice and sacrifice.”
    â€œSo going out to dinner is actually the first lesson in Footloose and Fancy-Free 101?”
    â€œYeah.” He grinned. “The prerequisite is Spontaneity 100.”
    She shook her head. “It’s very nice of you, Nick. I’d rather do anything than search and destroy dust bunnies in this place,” she said, grimly looking around her living room.
    â€œBut?” he prompted.
    â€œI have responsibilities. If I don’t take care of them, my little boat will capsize. I have too much to do.”
    â€œName three things that will tank you if they’re not done because you go out to dinner tonight,” he said, confidence oozing from him.
    It wasn’t easy arguing with Mr. Perfect. If only his hair was sticking up in the back, or there was dirt on his handsome face or lettuce between his teeth. Anything that would put him on the level of someone like her. But that would never happen. He would always be at the head of the banquet