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“He’s…wonderful. In, uh, New York for a couple days. Left this morning, as a matter of fact. Some Wall Street deal, I think.”
    â€œAh.”
    They looked at each other some more.
    Get a grip, Zoe. Get it firm and get it now. “Well, okay, then. I’ll just…go on back to my desk.”
    He nodded and reached for the phone. Twenty minutes later, he was on his way to a meeting. And another after that. The meetings went on until two.
    At two-thirty, he went to work finishing the Spotlight on the Australian trip, locking himself in his office, only accepting calls if something absolutely couldn’t wait. He stayed until after seven, and she stayed, too, just in case he might need anything while he pushed through to his deadline.
    When he left, he asked her to look over what he’d written, just for grammar and punctuation. She said she would be happy to and tried not to let him see how ridiculously pleased and honored she felt.
    She took the piece home with her and read it eagerly over take-out pot stickers and fried rice, red pencil within reach. It was really good. But then, his Spotlights always were. He had a master’s in Journalism from Yale. More than that, though, he was a fine writer. He wrote with authority, but in an easy conversational style. He made you feel like you were there, with him, no matter how distant or exotic the locale.
    In the morning, she emailed him back the manuscript. As she was leaving him after the usual huddle, she told him the Aussie holiday Spotlight was excellent.
    He arched a brow. “No changes?”
    She gave him a slow smile. They both knew the question was a test. He hadn’t asked her to do an edit. “Three or four typos. I corrected them.”
    â€œGood. Thank you.”
    â€œAnytime.”
    â€œDo you realize that it’s been over two weeks since you started and we’ve yet to get to that review?”
    She shrugged. “It’s been a busy time.”
    He agreed. “It’s always busy around here.”
    She suggested, “Maybe…next week?”
    â€œHow about right now?”
    Her stomach lurched, which was absurd. He was happy with her work. He’d made that abundantly clear. She had nothing to worry about.
    â€œAll right.” She settled back down into the club chair. Her palms were actually sweating. She had to resist the need to rub them on her skirt. What was her problem? They both knew he was going to offer her a permanent job.
    Didn’t they?
    He said, dark eyes knowing, “Zoe, are you nervous?”
    She considered lying. She’d made up a fiancé, for heaven’s sake. To lie about being anxious should be nothing next to that. But then, in the end, she told the truth. “Yeah.” She let out a careful breath. “Whew. It’s crazy, because I know I’m doing a terrific job for you. But I am nervous.”
    â€œWhy?” He was looking at her so steadily. With real interest. Maybe more interest than he ought to have in his assistant—his engaged assistant. She wished he would stop looking at her that way.
    But he didn’t.
    And perversely, she loved that he didn’t.
    Her nervousness turned to something else. Something a lot like excitement.
    She told the truth again. “I love this job. I’ve finally found something that suits me. There’s never a dull moment. I can handle this job, but it doesn’t bore me.There’s always something new, something to challenge me. I wake up in the morning and I look forward to going to work. Until Great Escapes, I never felt that way about anything—at least not for more than ten minutes or so.”
    â€œYou want to stay.”
    â€œDidn’t I just say that?”
    â€œYou did. And I’m glad you did.” He stared at her some more. Her cheeks felt warm. She had this…glowing sensation, kind of fizzy and happy and so very lovely. “Now is the time I should tell you