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you’ve been looking for,” he responded cockily.
    To which she nearly choked. Instead she let out a hollow chuckle. “Really? What makes you think so?” And before he could respond she added, “And when I said ‘and you are?,’ I was hoping for something more concrete, an introduction of sorts. Start with your name.”
    Gavin’s eyebrows arched involuntarily. Every step of the way he was discovering this woman was not who he expected her to be. “My name is Gavin Meyers.” He studied her for a moment; waiting to see if the weight his name usually carried meant anything to her. Clearly it didn’t, even more clearly he could tell that she knew it was supposed to, and at that moment seemed to be racking her brain for a connection. He smirked. “I can tell you are unimpressed,” he commented dryly. “Have you found what you’re looking for, yet, Ms. Matthews?” Her eyebrows knit together. “What I mean to say is…have you found yourself a sugar daddy?”
    At that, Hannah glanced nervously about the room. “This isn’t really the time or the place,” she began; ready to boot him out the door. She sat ramrod straight at her desk and moved to stand and escort him out.
    Understanding her intention, he paused and lowered his voice. “Answer the question, please.”
    It was a definite command, cloaked as a request in that he had the sense to soften it with a ‘please.’ Still, it didn’t appease Hannah. She was humiliated. This could prove to be the final blow to her ego. Several of the women in nearby cubicles were glancing around anxiously, trying to catch the eyes of the other gossipy co-workers, prepared to reveal the latest dirt the moment the coast was clear.
    Sighing, she grabbed her coat off the back of her chair, observed that it was very nearly lunch time and she needed the air anyway, and nudging him in front of her, moved to leave the office. Hannah paused for a brief moment at the door and made a general announcement. “I’ll make it easier on you,” she began loudly; “I’ll leave so you can talk about me.” And shaking her head, she pulled the door closed behind her and headed to the elevator.
    “I hate those women,” she muttered, trying to ignore his presence as she pushed the button that would drop them to the ground floor. She didn’t know where she was going, but she knew she needed a moment to escape. While she waited, she struggled to pull her jacket on, but as flustered as she was it seemed to tangle up around her shoulders.
    “Here,” Gavin said in a low soothing voice, turning her to face him as he reached around her to right the twisted garment and pull it into its proper position. He followed the line of the jacket to the collar and grabbed the lapels to draw them around her neck. Realizing what an intimate gesture his simple act had become, he cleared his throat, dropped his hands, and said lightly, “There.”
    Studying him, Hannah worked to try to figure him out. Her marriage had created in her an extreme distrust of all men. And this one had the short hairs on her neck standing at attention. But what did it mean? Was it a warning? Was it a sign of a romantic spark? Or was it merely the chill in the air? She shook her head as though to clear away any confusion and immediately folded her arms across her chest.
    One side of his face lifted into a smile. “I see I have caused you to raise your guard,” Gavin began, almost apologetically. Almost. He had to win her over, just long enough to trap her into a commitment.
    “Only since you first arrived uninvited,” Hannah said grimly. A thought suddenly occurred to her and her eyes narrowed. “How did you find me, Mr. Meyers? How did you know where I worked, my name…anything about me at all?”
    He straightened. She was tough. She was bright. She was a more than worthy adversary. Taking a breath, he shrugged. “I have a really great detective that I keep on retainer for unforeseen circumstances.”
    “And I am such a