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fingers through the loose waves of her dark hair. "It was okay, I guess."
    "Okay?" I didn't miss the boredom in her voice. "Just okay?"
    She glanced up at me. "What do you want me to say? That it was more fun than sunning on a yacht in
    the South of France?"
    Was that what she'd given up to be in the office Monday through Friday for the entire summer? "Is that
    where you want to be?"
    "Wouldn't you?" she shot back with a playful smirk. "I mean, come on, Linus. I know you're a
    workaholic but even you have to let loose every now and then."
    "I suppose."
    She studied me for a long moment. "Linus, when was the last time you went on vacation? Or had some
    real fun?"
    Her piercing gaze left me discomfited. "I don't know."
    "I'm sorry, counselor. I didn't hear that." She put a hand to her ear, mocking my style of aggressive
    witness questioning. "Can you please speak up and clearly state your answer."
    I narrowed my eyes at her. "Funny, Skye."
    She shrugged. "See? I was paying attention."
    The elevator dinged and the doors parted. She stepped through them into the bustling lobby. I spotted
    our receptionist, Cristina, waving at me. Before Skye could get away, I touched her arm. "Wait for me in
    my office."
    She nodded. "Okay."
    I watched her leave. I tried not to let my gaze drift but it was impossible. The enticing swing of her hips
    captured my attention. The sultry sway left me momentarily dazed. Only the knowledge that I was asking
    for a sexual harassment lawsuit pulled my attention from her sweet little ass. I turned to Cristina and took
    the messages and files left for me. Having an assistant on vacation was such a pain in the ass.
    Back in my office, I found Skye perched on my desk. She faced the floor to ceiling windows lining the
    back wall. The view of downtown Houston was stunning from up here.
    "Make yourself comfortable," I remarked rather dryly and dropped my files and notes on the desk.
    She snorted with amusement and crossed her legs. "You think Daddy can see us from here?"
    I glanced at the glass wall. The headquarters of her father's multinational oil corporation was right
    across the street. "Doubt it."
    "We should test it out. You have any craft paper in the copy room downstairs?"
    "Craft paper?"
    She tilted her head and studied the panes. "I bet a ream of paper would work."
    I shook my finger at her. "Don't even think about it. We're in a recession. You're not wasting our office
    supplies on some art project."
    "A recession?" She scoffed. "I've seen the retainer your firm earns from Daddy's company. You're not
    hurting for cash."
    "How the hell would you have seen that?"
    She rolled her eyes. "This place isn't Fort Knox, Linus. Your accounting department was super easy to
    infiltrate."
    I didn't like that reply one bit. What the hell was going on down there? If Skye could get into our files
    and nose around, we were in big trouble. I dropped into my chair and interlaced my fingers behind my
    head. "I saw you taking notes at the deposition. Let me see them."
    She pushed the legal pad she'd been carrying earlier behind her. "They're not that interesting."
    "Skye," I said carefully. I recognized her tell in the way she dropped her gaze and acted nonchalant.
    "Let me see them."
    She held my gaze before sighing and handing over the legal pad. I leaned back and started flicking
    through the pages. She had been paying attention at first. There were actual notes on the second and third
    pages of the pad but then I discovered the caricatures and comic book-style panels. I wanted to be annoyed
    with the way she emphasized my nose but couldn’t deny that the caricature was uncannily on-target. The
    narrative of her hastily sketched comic revealed her acerbic, razor-sharp wit. I tried not to laugh but
    couldn't squash the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
    "Hmm," I murmured. "This isn't quite what I had in mind when I told you to take notes."
    "The meeting was boring, Linus. I had to do something to amuse