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moved quickly, spoke with rapid-fire speed and continually bounced a foot while talking. He hadn’t noticed anything like it last night, but she was definitely wound up now.
    â€œAre you all right?” He picked up her empty bowl and set it in the kitchen sink with his.
    She hopped off the barstool. “I feel good. Hopeful.”
    Hopeful. An interesting word. “What’s your plan for your second bedroom? Office? Guest room?”
    â€œBoth. Suki has crashed on my couch a few times, but it would be good to have a real guest room.”
    â€œHow much work do you do at home?”
    She scooped up her briefcase, which she’d tossed onto the couch, and checked the contents. “Lots. But I usually sit here on the sofa with my laptop. I don’t have to spread out much.”
    He found himself staring at her rear, which was round and taut, her jeans fitting her like a second skin. She was slender but toned, her breasts small and firm. “Do you need all the trade journals that are stacked up around the place?”
    â€œProbably not.” She straightened and faced him in time to find him staring.
    He felt like a teenager, caught ogling. It’d been way too long since he’d been on a date, having no interest while the lawsuit was being investigated then tried. He supposed it was a sign of emotional progress that he was thinking about sex again, but it was disconcerting in this situation. For all intents and purposes, she was his boss.
    Not to mention she lived in Sacramento and he in San Francisco, too far apart to see each other often. Although in a week’s time they would need to lookas if they were married, with all the intimacy that implied. Interesting contradictions, he thought.
    â€œThis is my cell-phone number,” he said, passing her a scrap of paper.
    â€œAnd here’s a key for you,” she said. “So, I won’t see you again until Monday?”
    â€œRight.” He could have changed his plans at home but decided he’d rather work without her around— which meant putting it off until Monday. It had been a year since he’d spent time with a woman he liked and was attracted to. “You must have a casual workplace,” he said, “to wear jeans as a vice president.”
    She flashed a grin. “Actually I’m dressed up.” She pulled an orange cardigan over her crisp white shirt. “We don’t see many visitors, although we’re doing a lot more video conferencing these days, so some of the guys may need to start wearing dress shirts instead of T-shirts.”
    Gavin got caught by her smile, which spread from her mouth to her eyes, their dark brown depths sparkling. How she could look both at ease and wound up was beyond him, but it described her.
    â€œIf there’s something you need me to do over the weekend, let me know,” she said as she headed to the door.
    â€œWill you go grocery shopping?”
    She frowned. “What for?”
    He laughed. “Eat out a lot, do you?”
    â€œI don’t have time to cook. Or the interest.”
    â€œThen I’ll take care of it before I get here onMon day. I think if you want your brothers to believe you’re married, your kitchen should be a little better stocked.”
    â€œThey know I don’t cook.”
    â€œPeople have a different expectation for a married person, I think. I won’t overdo it.”
    She smiled, obviously happy. “We already feel so domestic,” she said. “I feel like I should kiss you goodbye and call you honey.”
    Feel free. The words stayed trapped in his head.
    â€œBut I’ll just say thank-you. You don’t know how relieved I am, Gavin.”
    â€œHave a good day. Honey.”
    She laughed then waved goodbye.
    The apartment seemed unbearably quiet after the door shut. Becca Sheridan had presence. He wondered if she knew what a potent force she was.
    Gavin planned to spend the next few hours