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his tongue moving behind the gate of perfect white teeth.
    She couldn’t tell what word he found impossible to shape. It didn’t matter.
    “You were right about the independence issues. You know I won’t call the cops to make you leave.” Hooking his gaze, she felt the tears drying on her cheeks and realized she really could get over this man sitting across from her. It would time, but she could feel the strength to do so building inside her. “Please stop doing this to me.”
    His mouth closed. Looking down, he gripped the sidearm of the chair and nodded then pushed onto his feet. Heading for the front door, he passed out of view.
    Hearing more than one voice from the entry area, Katelyn started to stand. She made it to her feet as Griffin called from the front door, his tone dripping indifference.
    “Your pizza is here.”
    The front door clicked shut. She sank onto the couch, the final words of an almost love affair echoing in her head.
    Your pizza is here.
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    Irritation making his finger bounce, Griffin clicked the re-submit button on his screen. The screen refreshed, showing him the last thirty days of transactions on his personal expense account. He scanned the numbers again in search of one line with a very specific amount.
    Fifty thousand dollars.
    Nothing. A month had passed and Katelyn hadn’t cashed the check he’d placed on top of the pizza box. He had filled two checks out on his ride from Century to Katelyn’s apartment. He had written the first for one hundred thousand, his last chance amount. Seconds before exiting the limo, suffering a moment of self-doubt that had proved all to accurate in her rejection of him, he had filled out the second check for the fifty thousand despite the contract’s terms being unfulfilled.
    With her tears and contempt warring for supremacy in his mind as he left, he wasn’t sure if he had intended the fifty thousand as a spiteful reminder of what she had agreed to or a misguided apology. Either way, she hadn’t cashed it.
    His finger hovered over the touch pad one last time. He had ignored the account statement the first two weeks after walking out of Katelyn’s life. The third week he had checked every other day. The first few days of the fourth week he scanned the statement once at the end of each day. The remaining days?
    “Pitiful, Montgomery.” He hit the power button on his laptop then strode into his reception area. Despite working in his office from approximately six in the morning until six at night, he had few in-person visitors. The waiting area was blissfully empty.
    He turned to Liz. She was the more senior of his two personal assistants and, with Maggie on maternity leave since the prior Friday, the only one working. Liz smiled at him, her expression slipping as he continued staring. She lifted a hand to brush at the carefully styled gray hair that ended at the upturned collar of her blouse. Finding her boss still silent, she folded her hands in her lap and prompted him.
    “You need something, Griffin?”
    “Miss Willow,” he started. His cheeks reddened at the slip. “Have there been any messages from her?”
    “All of your regular messages have been delivered.” Liz rose from her seat and approached Maggie’s desk. “I was just finishing up the P&E compilation for you before I addressed the unsolicited correspondence Maggie didn’t have time to sort before—”
    Griffin snatched the thick pile from Liz. “Is this all of it?”
    “It’s all that the mail room has delivered.” She smiled, her pale blue-gray eyes sparking with soft amusement.
    Griffin scowled. “Don’t look at me like that, Liz.”
    “My apologies, sir.” She forced her eyes and the corners of her mouth down.
    “Should I ensure the mail room and front reception know Miss Willow’s messages are not unsolicited?”
    He answered with a sharp bob of his head and narrowed eyes then prowled back into his office, shutting and locking the door behind him. Pulling