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to be in another state until tomorrow so I have time.”
    He stopped participating in the conversation as someone had answered and now he was in full Hollywood mode, greeting and no doubt smiling.
    Would he be doing this if she were anyone else?
    â€œMy other clients don’t buy me clothing.” She’d had some bring gifts, the kind that had made her feel awkward and—
    â€œWhat sizes do you wear?”
    The close confines of the darkened interior of the back of the limo felt entirely too intimate without him asking personal questions about her clothing.
    She shifted to another seat to make room and redirected the conversation. “Turn sideways on the seat so you can stretch your leg out there. Any elevation will help with the swelling.” Ice would have been more helpful, but she hadn’t brought any.
    A few seconds ticked by and she heard, “You’re ignoring me?” Incredulity rang in his voice, making her want to turn and look at him.
    Then again, everything made her want to look at him. He was singularly the most attractive person she’d ever seen in person—even years later and working at The Hollywood Hills Clinic, which was peopled daily with the beautiful and glamorous.
    And her reaction to him was precisely the reason she needed to avoid looking at him excessively or, as it would probably be called, staring in a starstruck and creepy fashion. Though, admittedly, the more he banged this shopping drum, the less she felt like gazing at him like a lovesick cow, and more like smacking him in the back of the head.
    Precisely why she needed to keep all talking strictly professional.
    â€œI’m pretending you didn’t just ask a c—” The word creepy nearly sprang out of her mouth, but she managed to stomp the sound down before she used unprofessional language. “It’s really not workplace etiquette to ask those kinds of questions. So, just let me handle any clothing needs I may have on my own.”
    â€œWe don’t have time for this, Grace. I’d really rather you blend in, and the clinic logo and your name on your shirt do not help you blend in.” A pause and he repeated into the phone, “I’d like her to blend in with the group.”
    His group—she was going to assume that meant his people, in the ol’ I’ll Have My People Call You scenario. So Liam called them his group.
    â€œRight. Slacks. Blouses. Shoes. Accessories...”
    Accessories. Of course, how could she forget accessories? She had accessories. She just hadn’t thought to mention them.
    â€œNo. She’s tall, but not six feet. Probably about a head shorter than me. Compact and slim, but not so much skinny as athletic. She’s...”
    He wasn’t going to stop. Next thing he would be trying to describe her curves or ask her cup size, which would just bring that stupid trench-coat situation back to his mind. This was worse than just giving the fool her sizes. “Please, Liam.” She tried his name again.
    â€œI’ll snap a photo of her and send it to you when we get to the hotel.”
    â€œFor goodness’ sake, stop!” Exasperated, she turned to look at him, holding out her hand for the phone. “Stop and I will text her my sizes.”
    â€œHim.”
    â€œHim! Whatever!” She held out her hand for his phone, her voice rising with her blood pressure. “I will text him my sizes if it will get you off this and get your foot up on that seat. Every minute it is down on the floor like that, it’s swelling more. You know that, right, Superman?”
    â€œText coming,” he said into the phone. “And the picture in a little bit. If you can have them at the hotel in the morning, we’re leaving for New York at seven.” He hung up before handing her the phone and turning to prop his foot up, as she’d all but shrieked at him.
    Good thing she wasn’t interested in seducing him. There