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sweetheart,” Carolyn snapped back. “You’re my supervisor now. Whatever happened between us is history.”
    â€œCut me some slack,” he said, placing his hands behind his neck. “We may not be seeing each other anymore. That doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. I can’t sleep with someone I supervise.”
    â€œI hear you’ve been putting the make on Amy McFarland,” she told him. “Doesn’t the same rule apply to her that applied to me? I suggest you clean up your act before you get hit with a sexual harassment suit.”
    Carolyn had worked with Brad Preston since the day she’d been hired. Before making the mistake of sleeping with him, she’d wondered why he had never married. After their affair had ended, she’d noted a specific pattern. Preston liked the thrill of the chase. Once he got the girl in bed, it was only a matter of time before he lost interest. Amy McFarland had been on the job for less than three months. Carolyn didn’t trust her.
    â€œI’m not chasing after Amy McFarland. Amy and I kid around now and then. What’s the big deal? You used to be fun, Carolyn. Are you jealous because I got promoted? I’ve got five years’ seniority on you. I should be running this agency. Instead, I’m not much more than a glorified clerk. I’d change places with you in a minute if it wasn’t for the money.”
    â€œThat’s baloney, Brad,” Carolyn said, her face set in defiance. “With all the real estate you own, you could walk out the door right now and live better than the average person. Your father was a wealthy man.”
    â€œCheap shot,” he told her. “Nothing says we can’t have lunch together. Stop by around noon.” She was about to walk off when he raised an arm to stop her. “Oh, I scheduled Metroix for two. We need to get a fix on this guy right away. Harrison’s up there in years. That doesn’t mean he isn’t a tough son of a bitch. We screw up on this one, and both our careers will go down the toilet.”
    â€œForget lunch,” Carolyn said, glaring at him over her shoulder as she was about to step through the doorway. “I don’t have time for lunch. I have a maniac for a boss.”
    Brad tilted his pencil toward her. “You’re feisty. I like that in a woman. Maybe I’ll ask to be reassigned and we can pick up where we left off.”
    â€œNot on your life,” Carolyn said, pulling his door closed behind her.

Chapter 2
    B ack in the cubicle that served as her office, Carolyn’s stomach began gurgling with acid. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was already past one o’clock. She’d consumed six cups of coffee and hadn’t eaten since the night before.
    Opening the bottom drawer of her desk, she reached for her emergency rations—a stash of protein bars, along with a six-pack of bottled water. She only liked the protein bars that contained peanut butter, and they were hard to find. Her phone rang and she answered it, dropping the Balance bar on her desk. She heard the distinctive voice of her thirty-one-year-old brother.
    â€œI’m having some people over tonight,” Neil said. “Nothing fancy. Some wine and cheese. We’re trying to decide what paintings we should put in the show next week. I’d like your opinion.”
    â€œYou know I have school on Monday nights,” Carolyn told him. “Why weren’t you at Mother’s yesterday? You didn’t even call. I tried your cell. It was busy.”
    â€œI’m sorry,” Neil told her. “It completely slipped my mind. Was Mom upset?”
    â€œNot really,” Carolyn told him. “You’re the golden boy, the contemporary Michelangelo. The only way you could have risen higher in Mom’s eyes was to become a priest.”
    â€œGod forbid,” he said, laughing. “I’ll call her now and