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continued his stroll around the room. Instead of books, the shelves were filled with pieces of decorative plaster and wood carvings, doorknobs and ceramic tile, and an entire wall of iron hardware.
    â€œWe’ve collected samples of all the hardware that needs to be replicated,” she said. “It’s on these two bottom shelves.” Jordan turned and searched the cluttered surface of the desk, then glanced nervously over her shoulder.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” Danny asked.
    â€œNothing,” she murmured with a frown. “I just misplaced something.”
    â€œI can help you look,” he said. “What is it?”
    â€œNo,” she said. “It’s probably gone.”
    Danny walked over to the desk. “What was it?”
    â€œAn old door knocker, made of cast iron. It was really beautiful. I found it half-buried in the garden. I was hoping that we could make them for all the exterior doors.” She sighed, shaking her head as she braced her hands on her hips. “I don’t know who’s been in here, but I’m about to put in a surveillance system to find out.”
    â€œLeprechauns steal things from houses. Brownies like to live with humans and torment them for amusement.”
    â€œI told you, I don’t believe in leprechauns or brownies.”
    â€œYou should. You’re in Ireland,” he teased. “You’ve got to let the country into your bones. After all, with a name like Kennally, I’d wager you have a drop or two of Irish blood in you.”
    Jordan laughed softly. “I’m a quarter Irish. My father’s father.” She shook her head. “I probably just misplaced it. It’ll turn up later.” She picked up a paper from her desk and held it out to him. “Here’s the inventory of what we need. They’re numbered to correspond with the samples on the shelf.” She opened her mouth, then snapped it shut again.
    Danny gave her a curious look. “Was there something else?”
    â€œAbout what just happened outside in the hallway. I want you to know that that kind of behavior is absolutely inappropriate and I’m sorry that I let my—my— Whatever. I’m just sorry. And it will never, ever happen again.”
    â€œJaysus, don’t say that. It’s really the only thing that makes me want to take this job,” Danny admitted. “Replicating hinges isn’t nearly as exciting as kissing you.”
    â€œBut we can’t,” she insisted.
    â€œWhy not?” He backed her up against the edge of the desk and braced his hands beside her hips. Once again, he met no resistance when he kissed her. If anything, she seemed to enjoy it even more this time. He took care to make the kiss deliciously tantalizing, invading her mouth with his tongue.
    â€œSee,” he whispered against her lips. “It’s very simple. I lean forward and you lean forward and it happens.”
    â€œWe can’t,” she said again.
    â€œYes, we can,” he said. “Forget the job. I don’t need the job if that’s what’s standing in the way.”
    â€œBut I need you to do the job,” she insisted. “Much more than I need you to do…this. We need to keep it strictly business.”
    â€œI don’t do business,” he said. “It’s art. There are no rules. And I refuse to consider you my boss. You can, however, be my muse.”
    A smile quirked at the corners of her mouth. “I’ll be a muse for hinges and gates?”
    Danny nodded. “I’ll need one. The job itself promises to be a bit of a snore.”
    â€œMr. Quinn, you are completely full of shite.”
    He stepped back as she fixed him with an irritated glare. “I see you’ve picked up the language, if not the mythology,” he said. Sure, he’d pulled the last straight out of his arse, but right now, he’d say just about anything to get her to kiss him