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as she dabbed salve on the jagged lacerations, covering several with small strips decorated by brightly colored fishes.
    As she applied the third plaster her incredible gaze met his. A spark of mischief lit her eyes.
    â€œI hope you don’t mind Nemo and Dory. I keep these cute Band-Aids handy for my eleven nieces and nephews. There always seems to be a little one bouncing off the sidewalk.”
    â€œSounds like you have a large family.” Her touch was kind. It was easy to imagine her ministering to children.
    â€œI’m the youngest of six. Since my brother and four sisters all have kids, I try to keep candy and first-aid supplies at hand.” She smoothed on the last dab, replaced the cap, tossed the tube on her desk and reached for a tissue.
    â€œAll done,” she announced as she cleaned her hands. “How about a lollipop while you tell me what you need and when you plan to be on your way.”
    He resisted the urge to cringe again. Having a beautiful woman barely masking her desire to be rid of him really was a shot to the ego, especially given his recent romantic dismissal.
    â€œIf we could begin with the financials tomorrow and work through your business plan over the next day or so, I can easily make my flight on Friday.”
    â€œOutstanding.”
    She slapped her hands together and rubbed them as if his departure was a source of great anticipation. Then she stood and moved toward the door, signaling his company was no longer desired. If he didn’t make an exit soon, his self-confidence would be as battered as his palms. A cool shower, a cup of steaming chamomile and a few mindless minutes of public telly would wash away the day’s events so he could sleep.
    â€œYes, indeed.” He pushed to his feet and lifted his attaché, pausing for her to proceed first.
    As she placed one very high heel before the other, it was impossible not to admire the woman. Though she was a vision of corporate life in dark navy, the expertly tailored suit was all female. The fashionably flared hem of her narrow skirt whisked the backs of her bare knees, drawing his eyes to firm calves and slender ankles.
    â€œOh!” Her head turned with a sharp snap, too quick for him to pretend he hadn’t been admiring her legs. Her lips curved at the corners. “Would you like company for dinner?”
    Barrett warmed at the touch of her smile but knew it was nothing personal. Women naturally enjoyed male attention, didn’t they? Caroline certainly had. In fact she’d regularly reminded him it was her mission to catch the eye of every man in the room during social evenings. She relished the events while he attended the dreadful dinners only out of obligation and her insistence.
    Another aggravation he wouldn’t miss. Sigmund had pointed out the breakup was probably a blessing in disguise. Maybe he’d been on to something.
    â€œBarrett?”
    He dismissed the train of thought and focused on the vision before him.
    â€œDinner, yes, of course.”
    â€œWhat time would you like to eat?”
    â€œI mean, no!” he blurted.
    Her eyes widened.
    â€œMy apologies. What I meant to say was yes, thank you, but no, thank you. My unusual lunch will be with me for hours yet, so you don’t need to go to any trouble or change your plans for me.”
    Her eyes glinted then narrowed as if amused. She lowered her chin to look at him over the rim of her glasses. She graced him with a fetching flash of blue through thick sable lashes.
    â€œActually, Cooper offered to carry you out for a steak. I can’t afford to take the evening off myself.”
    â€œWell, there you have it then.” He backed toward the exit, feeling a fool for his assumption. “Makes sense you wouldn’t want to be caught dining with the likes of a barrister.”
    â€œOn the contrary, I eat with tax collectors and lepers regularly.” Her lips parted, flashing a white smile.
    He grasped an