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dropped his pizza in excitement. The address of where she worked flashed across his mind’s-eye. He threw his head back and laughed victoriously.
    If he couldn’t make her come to him, then he would simply go to her.

Chapter Four
    Cilia could tell from the slant of sunlight across her floor that she had overslept.
    After a restless night spent obsessing over what she’d done to Fiach, and how much more she wanted to do to him, Cilia was sleep starved and sexually frustrated. She rolled over in bed and glimpsed the manila folder on her nightstand. She stared at it for a long moment before an alarm began jangling in the back of her mind, the pieces slowly clicking into place.
    She leapt out of bed and tugged on clothes, then grabbed the file and her car keys, pulling on her shoes as she burst from her apartment. She took the stairs at a jog and headed for her car. She threw her briefcase across the front seat, slipped behind the wheel, and sped towards the Dalme and Smith office.
    She pulled into the parking lot just shy of her usual ten-minute commute, keeping the time-sensitive file cradled under her arm as she jogged briskly to the building. The paperwork had to be in Ms. Dalme’s hands before she headed to court this morning. Of all the days to sleep in, Cilia had to do it the one time she had a case with an expiration date.
    Pushing through the front door of the office, she froze as a familiar scent filled her nose, leather and clove. She looked around. The office hummed with early morning activity, but nothing out of the ordinary. Guilt from yesterday still clung to her like a second skin. That was probably why she imagined his smell here.
    She breezed into Ms. Dalme’s office without knocking and dropped the file on her desk. “Here’s the Childers file. Sorry I’m running a little behind, I had a rough night.”
    Ms. Dalme’s face was impassive. Her eyes cut to the chair across from her desk.
    Cilia flushed, not realizing she had interrupted a meeting.
    “I’m sorry to interrupt, Ms. Dalme. I’ll come back later.” Cilia turned to leave when a familiar voice rose from the corner.
    “Don’t leave on my account.”
    It wasn’t possible. There was no way Fiach could know to find her here. She turned slowly and there he was. His gray suit and white dress shirt were immaculate. His hair was slicked back, leaving no distraction to the beauty of the face it usually framed. Ms.
    Dalme picked up on the tension between them immediately.
    “Do you two know each other?”
    Cilia couldn’t speak. She wasn’t certain what to say. Fiach answered for them.
    “Yes and no. As we discussed, I’m housesitting for my sister while she’s away. I thought the best use of my time would be to offer my legal services to a worthy cause during my month-long stay.” He glanced at Cilia. “Ms. Andrews is my temporary next door neighbor.”
    Ms. Dalme grinned openly now. “Oh, so we have our Cilia to thank for you lending your expertise.”
    Cilia started to refute the claim, but Fiach spoke over her. “Yes. I was so impressed with what I learned of your firm through Ms. Andrews, I felt my time would best be spent here.” He flashed a dazzling smile. “That is, of course, if you are in need of my assistance.”
    Ms. Dalme smirked. She hadn’t survived becoming an inner city lawyer by being naïve or gullible. She knew Fiach was playing at something, but she seemed equally certain that it wouldn’t come back to bite her. She extended her arm towards his. “Mr.
    Fiach, it’s been a pleasure. Since you are on more friendly terms with Ms. Andrews, I’ll let her take you on a short tour of the office and she’ll set you up with a cubicle and some case files to get started on.”
    Fiach stood and smoothed his suit before offering a hand to Ms. Dalme. “Thank you for the opportunity to serve.”
    “The pleasure is all mine.” She released his hand but shook a warning finger in his face. “Just keep your hands to yourself