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                  “What?” she asked distractedly. “Oh! Yes! I’m fine! It’s just…I must be getting a little out of shape is all.”
     
                  “You look wonderful to me,” he answered.
     
                  He’d clearly said more than he meant to because he actually blushed. She couldn’t stop herself from putting her hand on his arm.
     
                  “You’re so sweet.”
     
                  He really was sweet and a whole lot more muscular than he looked under that suit jacket. She could feel the tension in his bicep under her warm palm. She couldn’t stop herself from measuring the breadth of his shoulders with her eyes.
     
                  “I,” he began slowly. “I know we just met each other Ms. Steward—“
     
                  “Kara,” she interrupted. “Please, call me Kara.”
     
                  “Kara,” he repeated, his gaze growing warm on her face. “I know we just met, but I’d love to take you to lunch today.”
     
                  “I think I’d like that too,” she said impulsively. “Come by for me at noon.”
     
                  “I’ll be sure to do that,” he said with a smile. “Thank you. I’ll see you at noon.”
     
                  She walked into her office more than a little surprised at herself for accepting the invitation. He still wasn’t her type, but that smile had been extremely hard to resist. It was also verging on adorable the way he’d called her Ms. Steward. She didn’t see it heading into serious territory, but she also didn’t see the harm in making a new friend.
     
                  She whiled away the time catching up on that filing like she had promised and then doing callbacks and setting up meetings until nearly lunch time. Her breath caught when Thomas knocked lightly on the office door at five minutes till noon. Was he early because he was eager? She found herself hoping that was the case. She quickly ended the business call and gathered her things.
     
                  “Hi,” she said brightly as he held the door for her. “Thanks!”
     
                  “You’re welcome. So, where would you like to go?”
     
                  “In the mood for Thai?” she asked. “I’ve had a craving for Pad Thai all morning long.”
     
                  “Whatever you like is fine with me,” he answered, motioning for her to walk in front of him. “Can I offer you a ride?”
     
                  “You don’t have to,” she said with a smile. “It’s right down the street. I’m a regular.”
     
                  “So you’re wise in the ways of Thai food?” he asked. “That’s good. I’ve never had it.”
     
                  “Never?” she gasped. “Oh you have been missing out. I’ll tell you all the best stuff.”
     
                  They sat down to lunch and Thomas allowed her to pick out his food for him. She stayed on the tamer side of the menu and he seemed to enjoy their lunch.
     
                  “So, are you new to the area or just new to the office?” Kara asked as she forked up a bite of noodles.
     
                  “The area,” he answered. “I came here because I’m going back to school to get my master’s degree and I found a job close by. I’m originally from the Midwest.”
     
                  That explained the nice, faint drawl in his voice.
     
                  “Why accounting?” she asked.
     
                  “I like numbers,” he admitted. “I like putting things in order and making sure they stay that way. I like the complexity of it.” She wrinkled her nose and he chuckled ruefully. “It’s not the most exciting career, I’ll give you that. What about you? Why