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happened to you?” she repeated and then clarified, “With your first job. Did you leap into it, even though it wasn’t what you really wanted?”
    His first job. What had been his first job? He couldn’t seem to get past how pretty her green eyes were. God, he was such a sucker for green eyes.
    Oh, right. First job. ProTech.
    “No,” he said. “Oh, no way. I loved my first job. I don’t know if you’ve heard of it. ProTech. Actually, that’s short for Protection Technologies. My best friend started it and asked me to help him out.”
    Lenna sent him a confused frown.
    Wanting to explain, he waved his hand. “ProTech is a security company, basically, for the Internet. We create virus protections and firewalls. Or different websites will contract us to work out any bugs they may have.” He paused when he noticed Lenna giving him a funny, perplexed look. “What?”
    “You really liked it there,” she murmured.
    His smile was genuine. “Yeah. I did.” ProTech had been his life.
    Lenna tipped her head to the side and studied him a moment. “Then why’d you leave?”
    Braxton froze, wishing he had a sledgehammer handy to jar himself over the head.
    He’d neatly set himself up for that question, hadn’t he? Damn. “I...uh...”
    He was saved from having to answer when, for the first time since he’d become president of Farris Industries, he actually welcomed the sight of Thomas Davenport approaching.
    “Lenna!” Tom called, hurrying toward the bar.
    She jumped and whirled toward her father. “Daddy!” she said in high voice.
    “Sweetheart, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Tom glanced accusingly at Braxton.
    “I was just, uh, ordering a drink.” Lenna lifted her wine to prove it.
    Then she chugged. She swallowed twice before coming up for air, telling Braxton everything he wanted to know.
    Thinking she wouldn’t be so nervous if he hadn’t affected her, Braxton hid a smile. Oh, yeah, he liked the idea of affecting Lenna Davenport.
    Tom eyed her drink. “How many of those have you had?”
    Lenna scowled and set the glass on the bar beside Braxton’s. “Dad,” she scolded. “I thought you said you weren’t going to act all fatherly tonight. You said I could enjoy this party to my heart’s content.”
    Tom glowered. “I’ll worry about my daughter if I want to.”
    “Well, stop it and just come dance with me.”
    She grabbed his arm and tugged him toward the floor.
    Her eyes strayed to Braxton as she led Tom away. In their depths, he saw guilt, shame, and excitement. As he watched her go, he took a moment to admire her while her father twirled her around.
    Then he turned away and drained his glass. He stayed at the bar for a while, hoping she’d return to retrieve her drink. But she never did. Braxton finally surrendered to the inevitable—it wasn’t meant to be—and went home, disappointed.
    Yep, he’d done it now. Depression settled over him as he let himself into his quiet brownstone apartment. After one innocent—ninety percent innocent, anyway—conversation, he’d become infatuated with Tom Davenport’s daughter.
    Wasn’t that just lovely?
     

 
     
    CHAPTER 3
     
     
    Though Lenna told him she didn’t need an escort, her dad walked her to her door after driving her home from the party. It was nearly one in the morning, and the neighborhood outside her building was dead. When headlights actually turned onto her street as they were crossing the road, her dad stepped protectively closer and took her elbow.
    She rolled her eyes. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him she could jaywalk on her own. But he let go of his grip as soon as they hit the curb and stepped forward to open the main entrance of her building for her. The move was sweet enough to make her bite back the nasty comment.
    They ascended two flights to her apartment in comfortable silence. He waited quietly behind her as she unlocked her door. After pushing it open and reaching around a corner to flip