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secretary for ten years, and a worse mother for longer.
    "Get Chloe back. She's tired of selling tea, anyway. She asked me if I knew anybody who'd like to run The Cup for her."
    "Great." Chloe and the stars. "I married an idiot."
    "No, you didn't," Riley said. "She's just wired different from most. What's going on?"
    "She dumped me," Gabe said, and decided not to mention that she'd done it in favor of Eleanor Dysart. Riley would have a field day with that one.
    "Now see, that's what I hate about women," Riley said. "They divorce you, and then ten years later, right out of nowhere, they stop having sex with you. She have a reason?"
    "The stars told her to."
    "Well, then, you're screwed," Riley said cheerfully. "Or in this case, not."
    "Thank you," Gabe said. "Go away."
    His new secretary knocked on the door and came in.
    "I fixed it with the cleaners," she said.
    "Thank you."
    "Now, about your business cards. There's a note in the file from Lynnie that says it's time to reorder." She was frowning, as if this were a major problem.
    Gabe shrugged. "Reorder."
    "The same cards?"
    "Yes, the same cards."
    "Because, while they are lovely, of course, they could be better-"
    "The same cards, Mrs. Dysart," Gabe said.
    She looked as if she wanted to say something else, then she lifted her pointed chin, took a deep breath and said, "Fine," and went out, wincing as the office door creaked behind her. It had probably creaked for years, but Gabe hadn't noticed until Eleanor Dysart showed up and started wincing.
    "I don't think she likes our business cards," Riley said.
    "I don't care," Gabe said. "I have to go see her brotherin-law and then deal with Lynnie. I am not screwing with perfectly good business cards on top of that. And you've got the Hot Lunch. Go act like a detective so I can get some work done."
    "Maybe Nell could do it," Riley said. "You were training Lynnie. Nell-"
    "She'd stick out a mile. People would stop by, trying to feed her."
    "Just because you like your women upholstered doesn't mean everybody does. You have to broaden your tastes. Which in your case would mean anybody besides Chloe.
    You know, she did you a favor by dumping you-"
    "And God knows I'm grateful," Gabe said. "Now I have to work, and so do you. Go away."
    "Fine," Riley said. "Resist change. It'll get you anyway."
    Five minutes after Riley had gone, Eleanor Dysart knocked and came in, creaking the door again, and Gabe closed his eyes and thought, The hell with her bones. She's going to drive me crazy. "Yes?"
    "About these business cards-"
    "No." Gabe shoved himself back from his desk. "We're not changing the business cards. My father picked those out." He shrugged his suit jacket on. "I am now leaving. I will be at Ogilvie and Dysart and I won't be back until well after lunch." He detoured around her to the door, adding, "Just answer the phone, Mrs. Dysart. Don't change anything. Don't cause trouble."
    "Yes, Mr. McKenna," she said, and he looked back to see if she was mocking him.
    She was standing in the doorway, looking down at his business card with a potent mixture of displeasure and frustration on her face. He didn't care. His business card was staying the way it was.
    She looked up and caught him watching her. "Anything else?" she asked him, her voice polite and professional. At least she was obedient. That was something.
    "Good coffee," Gabe said and closed the street door behind him.
    Nell went back to her desk and sat down, disliking Gabe McKenna intensely. She watched him through the big plate-glass window as he put on sunglasses and got into a vintage black sports car. He looked the epitome of retro cool-big guy, sharp suit, dark glasses, snazzy car-as he pulled out into the street and drove away.
    Well, looks could be deceiving. After all, he'd hired a secretary who'd embezzled a thousand dollars and left the place looking like a hellhole. How smart could he be? And then he'd dismissed her with those dark eyes as if she were just…a secretary.