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Can I have that, too?” she asked suspiciously.
                  “No. You can send it back to the jeweler and then call her Singapore noodle place and send an order of whatever is her favorite. She won’t turn that down.”
                  “Why do you care if she accepts something from you? She doesn’t want your gifts, not even jewelry. She wants to be...here, let me get the message for you. Hannah Largent wants to be ‘left the fuck alone’ and hell will freeze over and unicorns will fly from her behind before she gives you back this phone so you can torment more young blondes.”
                  “Is that all?”
                  “Yeah, that’s about it.”
                  “Take your flowers and go home early today. You’ve earned it,” Jasper said, chuckling to himself.
                  At six-thirty, when most of the office was empty, Jasper was working on the debt load for a utilities takeover and enjoying the silence. He heard the ping of the elevator, but his gaze didn’t drift from his screen. She didn’t say anything, but he knew she was there. He could smell cinnamon gum.
                  When he glanced toward the doorway, Hannah filled his gaze. She was bigger than he remembered—tall and curvy, but really larger than life. He’d been convinced that he built her up in his mind because she was a challenge, but in person, her presence nearly knocked him over. Her dark hair was brushed this time, which was an improvement. It had a slight wave to it, and it hung halfway down her back, making him want to twist his fingers in the length of it. Her dark eyes were rimmed with mascara now and she had on a pair of jeans and a loose white t-shirt. There was something about that t-shirt…it was a man’s V-neck undershirt, he was almost certain, and he wondered if she’d bought it work in or if it had been left behind by some lover. The thought made his jaw clench.
                  “I don’t want your flowers, Mr. Cates,” she began, the throaty voice seeming to travel up his spine and along his neck like a caress.
                  “I gathered that from my secretary. You made yourself clear.”
                  “I wasn’t looking for an upgrade. I don’t want jewelry either. Just leave me alone. I don’t want anything from you.”
                  “I want something from you.”
                  “The phone, I know. Not happening.”
                  “Not only that. I want you to stop calling me Mr. Cates.”
                  “I’ll stop calling you anything. Just agree to leave me alone.”
                  “My name is Jasper.”
                  “Jasper? Really?”
                  “Some name, I know. But if you’ll call me that, I might start to hate it less.” He pushed away from his computer and rounded the desk. “So will you call me that?” He dropped his voice to a whisper, leaning against his desk.
                  “Jasper,” She breathed, then straightened her spine as if realizing she’d revealed too much with that single word.
                  “Mockingbird,” he replied.
                  “You googled me.”
                  “No, I had my secretary find out about you.”
                  “It’s only fair. I looked you up. You have people to look things up for you, I suppose.”
                  “Did you accept the noodles?”
                  “I resigned myself to them because I was hungry. But here.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out some money, dropped it on his desk. “Six dollars and seventy-three cents, plus tip. Now I’ve bought my own noodles.” She ventured a smile and he put his hand on her face, his thumb brushing the corner of her