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    "Your office is really dirty," she told him, but that hadn't been what she wanted to say at all.
    "It is," he admitted. "This is a supply company. We sell concrete, wood, windows and anything that you'd n eed for building or fixing up. A man's place where we spend most of our time outside cutting on stuff. The office is just used for answering phones and taking orders. That's where you come in. It was a lot more work for me to answer all the messages on the phones in here at night and call everyone back to get the orders. Now you'll cut my work in half."
    She nodded with pursed lips. A work horse and a maid along with a cook; that's what he wanted her for.
    "What kind of family did you have," he asked suddenly, "before."
    She looked at him sharply. He continued to look at her expectantly with an honest expression so she told him the truth. "A beautiful one." He did exactly what she thought he would. He flinched. She hit him again. "An honest one. One where I knew that I was loved and taken care of no matter what. One where we never hurt each other and never lied. One I miss and want to go back to more than anything." She gritted her teeth against the tears. "I'd give anything to go back there."

Chapter 4

    He took a deep breath, but she was no longer looking his way. The ceiling was dirty, too, she noticed as she gazed at it. It was pointless to let him see her so weak and she regretted telling him.
    He went to the desk and pointed at the chair before saying roughly, "Sit." She went and did as he said. The chair squeaked loudly and she sighed. "Now," he continued, " we're going to go through the papers together and I'll show you how to separate everything. The orders not filled yet go in the bin and the orders that are done go in the filing cabinet by alphabetical order."
    She was glad to have the distraction so she followed his instructions all morning as they went over everything. Hours passed and he made a call to have some lunch delivered. She looked at him funny. That didn't seem like something he would do.
    "What? You didn't make us any lunch today, now did you? You even burned our breakfast, remember?" he said, but a smile twisted his lips. She looked away before she narrowed her eyes at him.
    She heard his chuckle as he made his way back to her. He seemed to be teasing her. She shook her head to clear it of any such notions.
    They ate lunch and got right back to work. Once they got all the orders handled, he showed her h ow to clip the phone to her pocket, told her to stick an order form in her pocket , too , and she followed him out to the shop. She, of course, wouldn't be allowed to sit in the office alone while he did his work in the shop.
    The first thing he did when they got out there was take his shirt off.
    She rolled her eyes behind his back as he began working on a large sign. He was using some sort of flat tool to chisel away the wood and work his designs in. She might have been impressed were he not her kidnapper…and husband. She glanced down at her ring and twisted the small, simple band on her finger. He called her name and jerked his head to a chair in front of him.
    She pressed her lips together and sat down. His lips were parted as he panted through the motions. It looked like hard and daunting work, and he was already sweating. He wiped his forehead with his arm and puffed a breath before looking at her. "There's a refrigerator behind that table with some drinks in it. Will you grab us a couple?"
    She did as he asked and went back to her seat with her Coke. She didn't even like C oke. It hit her that she'd probably never drink her favorite soda again. He wouldn't care what it was .
    "What do you like to drink? I assume by the glare at that can that it's not Coke."
    She eased her gaze to his cautiously and stared at him. How did he do that? He chuckled and shrugged before taking a huge gulp, setting the can down on the edge of a chair and starting his work again. They sat just like that for a