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She felt her own lips thin as she cut him a look. “We’ll be working on good decision making skills today as well, I guess. It’s nine-thirty in the morning, Travis.”
    â€œHey, hair of the dog and all that…” He turned and winked at Patrice. “I’ll take a cup of coffee if you have it.”
    She smiled. “How do you take it?”
    He grinned back, though his gaze slid once again to Reily. “Sweet and blond.”
    Good lord. Did the man have an off switch?
    â€œGot it,” Patrice’s voice went low and husky as she headed for the back room.
    Reily rounded on Travis, her jaw so tense she thought it might crack from the strain of speaking. “Seriously?”
    â€œWhat?” Travis was all sweet innocence, though his hazel eyes sparkled with mischief.
    â€œCan you go thirty seconds without trying to get a woman into bed?”
    â€œI don’t know…” Travis mused. “It doesn’t usually take me a full thirty.”
    Ugh! Reily had never felt the urge to throttle a client before but apparently there was a first time for everything. A red hot cinder of annoyance— not jealousy—burned in the pit of her stomach. “Let’s just get through this fitting, okay? And can you please, for the love of all that is holy, try to turn off the charm and treat this like it’s a business meeting?”
    Travis’s grin widened. “You think I’m charming?”
    â€œI think I know why Bob Spencer considers you a pain in the ass.”
    Travis’s expression fell but he quickly recovered.
    â€œHere’s your coffee.” Patrice emerged from the back with a wide smile as she held out the paper cup to Travis.
    He took a sip and winked. “Mmmm. Perfect.”
    Riley rolled her eyes so hard she thought they might fall right out the back of her head. Her annoyance had crested to the point where she was pretty sure every thought in her head was being broadcast on her forehead like a reader board. Patrice picked up on the cue and took a wide step away from Travis.
    â€œAll right. I know you two have a busy day ahead of you and we should probably get started before the boutique opens to the public.”
    Riley gave her a look that might as well have translated to, “Duh!” The early morning appointment had been scheduled to get Travis squared away without the boutique’s regular patrons throwing pictures up on every social networking site known to man. She was glad that Patrice was ready to switch gears and get to work. Reily had thrown a lot of clients her way in the past. She’d hate for their business relationship to end over one drop-dead gorgeous playboy.
    â€œYou—” Reily pointed at Travis “—fitting room. I want to see every single outfit. If I don’t sign off on it, it doesn’t go in the bag.”
    â€œA fashion show, huh?” Travis waggled his brows and Reily had to force her encroaching smile away. “Want to see the underwear, too?”
    Reily’s cheeks flushed and a ribbon of heat unfurled in her stomach. “We’re not here to, I mean, underwear isn’t…” She took a deep breath and expelled it. “Oh for God’s sake, get in there and change!”
    Travis chuckled as he headed toward the fitting room. “Someone should see me in my underwear!”
    Reily couldn’t deny that she wouldn’t turn down the opportunity, given the chance. Knowing Travis, he’d find a way to make sure someone saw him in his underwear. “No selfies!” she called out as the door to the fitting room closed. “You snap one pic and I’m confiscating your phone.”
    â€œYes, Mom,” Travis groused from behind the closed door. “You know, Reily, you need to learn to lighten up!”
    â€œDon’t forget why you’re saddled with me,” Riley said. “It’s because all you know how to do is lighten