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enjoyed a project very much in a long time, but she was definitely enjoying this one. He had given her almost total creative freedom, and she felt her mind going a thousand miles an hour as she poured out her ideas onto the screen and in her little sketchpad.
    After a quick microwaved lunch, she locked the door and walked over to Cuppa for her afternoon latte. It was a blustery day, cooler than yesterday, and the wind blew bits of grit into her eyes. She decided to stop into the bookstore and see if her order had come in yet.
    Ding-ling went the bell over the door, and Savannah entered the comfortable little shop, immediately greeted by a meow from Sparky the black cat and a friendly “Hey there!” from Jennifer behind the counter.
    “Hi,” Savannah said.
    “It’s here,” Jennifer said, pulling a book from underneath and holding it out. 
    “Oh, awesome,” Savannah said, striding up and taking it. She looked at the cover: Google This: The Inside Story of the Most Admired Company of Our Time.
    Of course she could have ordered it from Amazon or somewhere else, but she preferred to shop locally whenever she could. She pulled some cash from her wallet, feeling terribly guilty for spending any of her own money on something so frivolous after just telling her mom she had nothing.
    Jennifer rang it up. “I hear you might have a new client,” she said.
    Savannah’s mouth dropped open. “How do you…?”
    “Elaine told me she sent him over to your place. He was in here earlier, looking around.”
    “How do you know who he is?”
    “He’s hard to miss. Come on. The suit. The hair.”
    “Guess so. Did he buy anything?”
    “Actually he did.”
    Savannah raised her eyebrows and made a face that said, “And?”
    “Bookseller-client privilege, Savannah. I can’t tell you what he bought. But it was a little bit of everything.”
    “Huh?”
    “Like, 25 books. I’m not kidding.”
    “Wow. Holy crap. Okay. Well, talk to you later.”
    She went across the street to the coffee shop and the first thing she noticed when she entered was that Zac was sitting in his same table from yesterday. He seemed to have laid claim to it. His back was to her, and she noticed two bags full of books sitting on the floor next to his chair, with at least half a dozen volumes spread out on the table around his cup of coffee. He seemed engrossed in at least three of them at the same time.
    She stood in the entry for a moment, watching him from the back. Even from here, he was gorgeous. Her body responded by growing slightly warm, as if somebody had turned up the heat in the room. She felt her heart speed up a bit, and she took a deep breath to get enough oxygen. She hadn’t felt this attracted to a man in years. Even what she’d felt yesterday for John, the hunky windsurfer, was nothing compared with this. 
    A rippling of fire swept through her core, and she shifted on her feet. 
    She swallowed hard.
    She wasn’t sure whether to say hello or go to the counter. She decided it might seem weird to walk past her new client without saying anything, so she stepped around into his line of view and said, “Hi. How are you?”
    Zac looked up from his reading, and his face bloomed into a wide smile when he saw her. She smiled back. As before, he wore a striking white dress shirt, and his eyes caught hers and held them. There was such intelligence there, such depth.
    “Savannah! Wondered if I’d see you here. Elaine says you’re a regular.”
    “Sometimes. I’m kind of an irregular regular, I guess.”
    He nodded. “How’s the site coming? No, wait, never mind. I shouldn’t ask that. It hasn’t even been 24 hours. You take your time.”
    She shrugged. She would have had no problem talking about her work, but it sounded like he didn’t want to right now. “Got a couple of books?” she asked.
    He looked down at the table and then at the bags on the floor, and chuckled. “Long story. Tell it to you sometime.”
    “Okay. Well, good to