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the label of eye candy. Even his hands, with long, slender fingers, drew her attention. His bared, muscled forearms flexed and relaxed as he motioned. The man turned the computer nerd stereotype on its head.
    “I think our food is ready.” She pushed back her chair to stand with him, but he raised his hands. “I’ve got it.”
    She nodded and accepted the kind gesture.
    The more she talked to him, the less she wanted to see him just as eye candy. He had brains, and the fact that he had superhottie assets at the same time ratcheted up her approval ratings. The combination tickled her fancy, but she had no appetite for a little sample. What she wanted was to feast on his charisma, intelligence and physical strength. She knew she couldn’t excite her palate for a bigger helping of sexy. Though her private body parts wanted in on the negotiations, she wasn’t budging. Watching Grant and his succulent lips were as far as she was going with this fantasy.
    “Chicken salad sandwich for you. I got the kettle chips because it was slim pickings.”
    “That’s thoughtful.” She waited until he was seated and had opened the wrapping for his sandwich before she began eating.
    Tamara made small talk with Grant while they ate. She kept the topics away from her number one issue. Instead, they shared stories about living with aging parents. His parents honestly drew her interest; they sounded lively and fun-loving. Listening to his childhood antics with his siblings drew her laughter.
    Eventually, they couldn’t avoid the bigger issue.
    Grant pushed aside his plate and leaned on his elbows. “I’m ready. Bring it on.” He beckoned with his hand.
    “All right, let’s get down to business. I know you have other pressing engagements to attend to.”
    Grant nodded. The mischievous twinkle in his eye slid away to be replaced by a speculative gaze.
    * * *
    Grant prided himself on being organized and meticulous about his schedule. But his entire day up until this moment had had an off-kilter feel to it. As much as the unknown gave him indigestion, he had tried to go with the flow. That’s what his sister always preached. He was too uptight. He needed to relax. Her last bit of advice wasn’t appreciated when she’d said that the lack of a special someone in his life was messing with his chi. He hated when she got all metaphysical because she had a way of messing with his mind. As the youngest of three siblings, she didn’t play by the rules, tricky little monster.
    The day was past the halfway mark and the off-kilter feeling hadn’t ended with the sexy presence of Tamara Wendell in front of him. Because he had lost to her golf skills, he couldn’t walk away and pretend that he was unmoved by her charisma.
    “I’m listening,” he prompted.
    “As I’ve said, I’m the owner of New Horizons Leadership Academy, which works with the Miller-Brown Home for Boys. These are young men at critical junctions in life. Their run-ins with the law range from repeated trespasses after dark in city parks, to constantly fighting in school, to shoplifting at the local malls. They are faced with a future where communities are ready to lock them up and throw away the key. I eventually hope to expand my networks with other juvenile facilities, but for now, I’ve been working with them for the past two years.”
    “Noble. So, how are you funded?” Confusion deepened on Grant’s face.
    “Grants and private donations. I don’t take a salary, therefore I can hire the best and the hardest-working people.” A look of determination crossed her face. “We’re a small team, but we’re efficient and productive.”
    “And how do I fit in with all this? Yes, I run a company. I have a decent-sized staff. But, I have project deadlines to meet. You’re asking me to take on a couple kids—”
    “More like ten—”
    “Ten! What the heck?” Grant waited for her to laugh and say that she was joking.
    “Shh. Stop acting as if that’s a problem. You