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ebbing. Whatever else they might say about the guy, there was no question why Thomas Kestrel routinely led the Most Eligible Bachelor category in so many magazines. She didn’t have a thing for cowboys, but the combination of his drawl and his bright, intense blue eyes caused her stomach to do little flip-flops. She hadn’t had a reaction like this to any guy since she’d crushed hard on Matt Waller in junior high.
    Probably not the smartest reaction to have to a super-private billionaire playboy type who regularly dated supermodels and rock stars and such. But not exactly surprising , either, she consoled herself.
    “Hey, stranger. Staying out of trouble?” she said, then grinned when Maggie’s jaw dropped at the greeting.
    “Actually, I was going to scout out some fine a capella talent.” He winked. “If you were up for it, I thought I’d request some Celine Dion. Or maybe Ludacris. You seem versatile.”
    “Not much to sing about,” Kate said. “I’m getting fired.”
    “What?” Now he stepped fully into Maggie’s office. “Why?”
    “She mentioned you wanted a phone list of your direct reports in the main building—”
    “And she didn’t give it to me,” Maggie interrupted, quickly crossing the room and going to Thomas’s side. “Really, Thomas, this is nothing you need to concern yourself with. I’d already warned her—”
    “I created a database,” Kate interrupted right back, earning a blistering glare from Maggie. “I can print off a phone directory in about five minutes—or pull any information on an employee that you might need. It’s on a secured drive, and I’ve got a password for it. Which I put in my note , explaining all this,” she added, staring at Maggie pointedly.
    “She just up and decided what she wanted to do, instead of what I told her t-to do!” Maggie spluttered, her Southern accent more pronounced.
    Thomas was surveying Kate curiously. “That’s good work,” he said, his tone thoughtful. “God knows it’ll be useful when pay raises come up or if there’s an emergency.”
    Maggie choked but quickly got a hold of herself. “You don’t understand. I don’t think we want temps simply going off on their own,” she said with emphasis. “Doing whatever they want. Considering what we do, what we are… I simply don’t think that she fits in here!”
    “Funny, neither does she,” he murmured, and Kate felt her cheeks heat in embarrassment. “Still, as long as she’s willing to compromise and work with an evil empire like Fiendish, I get the feeling she might be an asset to the company.”
    “But Thomas …” For a second, Maggie dropped the pouty-cute-blonde act, and a flash of pure fury crossed her face.
    Kate abruptly remembered what Steffi had mentioned—something about Maggie’s relationship with Thomas. She felt uncomfortable, glancing at him. Why in the world would he be involved with this raging bitch?
    Of course, considering Maggie’s body, she imagined the answer was probably self-evident.
    His glance was stern, unbending as steel. “Mags—keep her on.”
    That shut Maggie up like a coffin. Kate forced herself to hide her grin.
    “Can I see this database?” he asked, glancing at Kate. “Maggie, can we use your computer?”
    Kate glanced at Maggie, who gestured to her monitor. When Kate turned it on, a blog about hot bachelors came up. A picture of Thomas with no shirt on took up the whole screen.
    “Oh, my,” Kate breathed.
    Maggie’s face turned an unattractive flame red, and she moved to her computer in a blink, shutting down the browser. Thomas’s expression remained blank as he moved to hover by Kate’s side.
    Kate swallowed hard, then opened up the database file, trying desperately not to superimpose the image of hello-hot-shirtless-guy on the man who glanced over her shoulder as she quickly pulled the names of I.T. employees in the building.
    “Perfect. Print that out for me, will you?”
    “Sure,” she said, turning as she