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sedans and made his way inside to the receptionist’s desk.
    “Hi, I’m Ronnie Brown. I’m here to see Kayla Clark,” he told the woman behind the
     desk.
    “Oh, yes. I’m Megan. Here is the envelope she left for you.” She handed him a plain
     white envelope that obviously contained a key to her house, judging by the bulk in
     the middle.
    “I brought some lunch at her request,” he lied, holding up the bag containing the
     sandwich and taking the envelope at the same time.
    Megan stared at him. “Oh… I… She didn’t say anything about lunch.”
    “It’s getting cold, so I’ll just drop it off in her office if you’ll point me in the
     right direction,” he said with a smile.
    Megan blushed, and victory was his. Mostly, he tried not to use his looks to get what
     he wanted from women, but occasionally his handsomeness had a bright side.
    “Her office is the third one on the right, down the hallway. She’s on the phone, so
     knock first if her door is closed.” Megan smiled at him.
    Heading down the hallway, he noticed a placard with Kayla’s name and knocked on that
     door. When she told him to enter, he opened the door, unprepared for the looker who
     sat behind the messy desk.
    Addie got her cuteness from her mama.
    Long brown hair was loosely swept up into a messy knot at the back of her head. Long
     eyelashes framed round brown eyes that peered at him in question. A spattering of
     freckles covered each cheek and the bridge of her nose. His eyes were drawn to Kayla’s
     plump bottom lip, which she was chewing on. It was an innocent gesture, obviously
     done in confusion at his presence in her office, but it sent shivers of sexual awareness
     down his back.
    She didn’t look like any mom he’d ever seen and she was especially young to have a
     teenager. She should have been the poster woman for
MILF
magazine. Her husband was one lucky son of a bitch.
    She paused midsentence and told the person on the phone that she would need to call
     back, then she hung up and stared at him. Her full lips must have tasted as good as
     they looked because she continued to chew on the bottom one.
    Realizing he was lurking in the doorway staring at a married woman in lust, he entered
     the office and approached her desk.
    “Ronnie Brown. I brought you some lunch. You should eat it while it’s still hot,”
     he said, placing the bag of food on the only available spot on her desk.
    Her lovely eyes swept him from head to toe with appreciation, and an image of him
     kissing and sucking those sweet lips of hers came to mind.
    Married!
His brain yelled while his body continued to appreciate her. She wore a white business
     shirt that gapped a little from being stretched tightly across full breasts. Whoever
     said skinny women were hot needed a mental evaluation, because even while she was
     sitting down he could appreciate her curves.
    “I’m sorry… I’m Kayla. I was just expecting…” she started, and then stopped.
    “Expecting what?” he asked when she continued to look him over.
    “A veteran,” she finally blurted out. “Veterans are supposed to be—
you
are supposed to be—
older
…like a grandfather,” she finished in a whisper.
    “I
am
a veteran, but I’m nobody’s grandpa,” he said, pointing at the bag of food. “Eat
     up and don’t worry. I will pick up Addie from practice at 4:30. We worked it out yesterday.”
    “Thank you. You didn’t have to bring me lunch,” she said.
    “You hired me to take care of your family. You are part of the family, so…” He cleared
     his throat. “What time will you or your husband get home this evening? I can stay
     with Addie until one of you arrives and work on some of the items on this list.”
    “I’m not married. It’s just me and Addie. I visit my mother every evening after work,
     but I should be home by seven. Addie is used to staying by herself in the evenings,
     though, so you don’t have to stay with her,” Kayla said, pulling the