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look as polished. I’d look like I couldn’t be bothered to do my hair, so I put it in a ponytail instead.”
    “Oh.” He wasn’t sure he saw the difference between a sleek ponytail and a wavy ponytail and decided to chalk it up to being one of those feminine mysteries men shouldn’t even try to understand. “Well, I like it both ways.”
    He was thankful when she walked over and sat in the other armchair. Morning-afters were awkward enough without her looking as if she might bolt from the room if she could figure out a way to do it without spilling her coffee.
    “Doesn’t look like we’ll be going home today,” he said. “Probably not a good day for cross country skiing, either.”
    She turned toward him, tucking her legs up on the chair in a way that threatened to turn the robe into a peepshow. “Do you cross country ski?”
    “No.” He laughed. “It was the only outside activity I could think of. Do you?”
    “Not in years. I wasn’t very good at it. And I was even worse at downhill.”
    “I never learned how to ski.”
    She took a sip of her coffee before setting her mug down next to his. “Are you allowed to be from Vermont and not know how to ski?”
    “We didn’t have a lot of money, so I grew up thinking skiing was for rich kids.” He thought about it for a few seconds and realized he didn’t know a lot about Rachel outside of her professional qualifications. “Where did you grow up?”
    “Many places. My dad was in the Air Force, so we moved a lot. We were at Hanscom Air Force Base when I graduated and I’d fallen in love with Boston, so I stuck around even after my dad retired and they eventually moved to Florida.”
    “Military brat, huh? Explains your exceptional organizational and management skills.”
    She laughed. “I don’t know about that. But I think moving around so much helped spark my love for historical buildings. That permanent sense of home appeals to me. And as for organization and management, I’m a Virgo. I like to manage things.”
    “And BHR is thankful for that.”
    “What about you? I’ve read a lot of articles about you, but all the PR spin doesn’t really tell what sparked your passion.”
    He liked that she used the word passion . What he did wasn’t just a job for him. “Let’s get dressed and I’ll tell you all about it over breakfast.”
    Even though she shook her head, Adrian could see the smile playing at the corners of her mouth and knew she would give in. “I was planning to hang out in my room and get some work done.”
    “The problem with using that excuse is that I know there’s not really any work to be done right now.”
    She arched one eyebrow at him. “Says the man who’s hosting an office Christmas party a week from today and thinks there are party-planning fairies, apparently.”
    “Even party planning fairies need to eat.” He held her gaze, willing her to say yes. He wasn’t ready for her to go back to work mode quite yet.
    “Okay, but just breakfast. Then I’m working.”
    * * *
    Even though it was only two doors down the hall, Rachel felt ridiculous walking to her room in a bathrobe with her clothes from the night before bundled in her arms. She wasn’t sure if it counted as a walk of shame, but she still sighed in relief when she got into her room without being seen.
    After dropping her clothes, she flopped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. She’d spent the night with Adrian Blackstone.
    While it was tempting to jump up and down on her bed, laughing and squealing, she forced herself to be still and think about how this would affect her position at Blackstone Historical Renovations.
    She guessed that would depend in no small part on what direction their relationship took when this idyllic forced vacation was over. Workplace romances were tricky, especially with him being her boss, but they could probably make it work. Or maybe he was just enjoying her company to keep the cabin fever at bay.
    With no crystal ball to