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    He was doing it again. Hannah had lost count of the times she’d glanced up from her work in the last two weeks and caught Jordan frowning at her through his open door. The deep fissure in his forehead made the Grand Canyon seem like a drainage ditch.
    It didn’t make sense. At moments like this, he looked as if he regretted hiring her. Then, every evening, he thanked her and rhapsodized about what a tremendous help she’d been.
    He’d made it crystal clear during her interview that he didn’t want her mooning over him. Except his constant praise and appreciation made it hard to resist—especially when it came from that James Bond face slapped on a Ryan Reynolds body. She didn’t have a prayer of avoiding another stint on unemployment unless she kept her hunk-resistance set to Defcon 1.
    “Hey.” Callie Harper strolled into Hannah’s office. “Are you ready?”
    “Sure.” The afternoon after Hannah started working for Jordan, he’d asked Bryce Kendall’s pretty blonde assistant to show Hannah around and answer any questions she had.
    Callie was three inches taller, two years younger, and five pounds lighter than Hannah. And she had the metabolism of a great white shark. In other words, she was the kind of woman one would expect to hate—except her bubbly personality made it impossible not to love her. They’d hit it right off and had been eating lunch together ever since.
    “I’m not in the mood for the cafeteria. How do you feel about Chinese food?”
    Ever since the night Hannah discovered Kevin was fooling around on her, she’d become nauseated by the idea of eating any kind of Asian cuisine. All at once, she had an overwhelming craving for pork lo mein . “Are you kidding?” She patted her rear end. “I owe my left butt-cheek to egg rolls and dumplings.”
    “Great. That’s a sure sign we’re going to become very close.” Callie grinned at her. “As you’ve probably noticed by now, I’m big on following life’s road signs.”
    She’d noticed all right. Her new friend was an eternal optimist and looked for coincidences in everything. “Just let me tell Jordan I’m leaving.” Hannah grabbed her purse and stepped partway into his office.
    “The way she dresses,” Bryce said, chuckling, “no one would ever believe you’d come on to her.”
    “That’s part of what convinced me to hire her.” Glancing up, Jordan spotted her standing inside the door, and a guilty pink flush spread up from his collar. “Do you need something, Hannah?”
    Her appetite evaporated with the clenching of her stomach. “No, Sir,” she whispered. “I simply wanted to tell you and Mr. Kendall that Callie and I are going out for Chinese, so we may be a few minutes late getting back.”
    “Okay. Take your time. Oh, and skip bringing me lunch today.” He rubbed his stomach and smiled. “I ate too many of your cookies this morning.”
    If she hadn’t put so much time and expense into baking them, she’d tell the big jerk to shove those cookies where the sun didn’t shine. Except, then he’d know she’d overheard their less-than-flattering remarks.
    Hannah dashed out of Jordan’s office and through the carved doors to the elevator.
    Callie hurried after her. “What’s the matter? You look as if you’re about to cry.”
    Half of her felt like it, while the other half wanted to stomp right back and bloody Jordan’s movie star face. Hannah held out the calf-length skirt on her silk turquoise shirt-dress, and a volcano of fury erupted inside her. “Those two clowns are poking fun at my wardrobe.”
    Callie slid her arm around Hannah’s shoulders. “I didn’t want to say anything since we’ve only known each other a few weeks, but you have to admit your outfits aren’t as trendy as most women’s your age.”
    Hannah punched the down button. “Other women my age aren’t trying to camouflage a set of D-cup breasts and Hindenburg hips.” It was like trying to hide a couple of