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filled her whole doorway. “Can I come in?”
    Margie dipped her chin and stepped back. How did he find out where she lived? More importantly, why was he here?
    Margarine pushed her suitcase out of her path and sat on the couch. She crossed her legs and cocked an eyebrow in his direction. Let’s find out what kind of an excuse you have this time, sexy.
    “Are you going somewhere?” Remy nodded toward the suitcase.
    “Um, yeah. Thought I’d hit the road. Too many stalkers in Portland.” There’s your clue, buddy, take it and run.
    “Is it because you lost your job?”
    Of course! Thanks to him, she’d lost two jobs within the span of a couple of days. Okay, his responsibility only covered half the reason; she took the blame for the other half.
    “Partially, I suppose. I just think that a change of scenery would be best, and I hear it’s easier to get a job up north.”
    “That’s why I hired a private investigator to find you.” He threw both arms up in the air, comparable to an announcement of terrific news only he could deliver. “I have a job for you…if you’re interested.”
    She didn’t move a muscle. If he wanted a reaction from her, he’d have to wait until Hell froze over. Or her daddy bought a sedan.
    “My housekeeper quit, and I desperately need someone to live in the spare bedroom and take over the household chores.” He stopped and rubbed the back of his neck. “And to cook meals for me. I’m a huge slob.” He bobbed his head.
    Thumping from the floor above snapped her out of the daze she’d fallen into during Remy’s speech. She shook her head. How sad. This successful businessman apparently sniffed too much school glue growing up.
    Remy stood with his hands clasped behind his back. She imagined him presenting himself at board meetings with this act, and it cracked her up. She laughed. Tears came to the corners of her eyes, and she used the sleeve of her shirt to wipe them off her cheeks. Un-freaking-believable.
    Remy tilted his head, his lips tightened, and the whole puzzled look set Margie off again. She fell over on the couch and laughed so hard she snorted.
    “What the hell is the matter with you?” Remy crossed his arms and frowned.
    The more animated Remy became, the more she struggled to catch her breath. A fresh round of tears filled her eyes.
    “What’s so damn funny?”
    Margie held up her hands for him to stop, sucked in a big breath, and exhaled in slow motion. She opened her mouth to explain, but clamped her hand over her lips. She really tried, but the humor of the situation stayed with her.
    “You.” Gulp. “First you tried to buy me.” Breathe. Gulp. “Then you tried to flirt with me. Now you want to hire me as your live-in maid?” She rolled on the couch, and her legs kicked the air.
    “For your information, I didn’t try to buy you.” Remy wrinkled his nose. “I was offering you some money until you could find a new job. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, since it was my fault you lost the waitressing job.”
    She’d insulted him. Her amusement came to a halt. Margie understood, but for him to think she might live with him…well, he’d better think again. The instant sexual chemistry they shared didn’t guarantee him anything.
    “I…I’m sorry. I thought when you approached me in the dark with your wallet open you were trying to buy me for the night.” She’d never met someone of his status, who carried hundreds of dollars around in their wallet.
    Remy sat down on the scratched, water-ringed coffee table in front of Margie. He pulled her hand down off her face and held her hands in his.
    “I did flirt with you. I did.” Remy nodded. “You fascinate me.” His chin fell to his chest. “I don’t think I have ever met anyone who has interested me so much, and so fast, that I would hire someone to track you down. But I did…and I won’t apologize for that.”
    The husky voice he used to confess shook Margie to the core. She realized that Remy