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combed it with his fingers more than once that afternoon.
    A shiver ran up her back that had nothing to do with any temperature shift and everything to do with the ruggedly handsome man sitting before her.
    She realized that she was staring. Flustered, she said, “You’re working late tonight?”
    â€œIt’s not that late.”
    She checked her watch. “It’s after six.”
    He shrugged. “That’s not late. I’ll be here another few hours getting these documents finished for another meeting tomorrow.”
    â€œI can stay if you need help.”
    He glanced at the work spread out on his desk, then looked at her. “You don’t have to.”
    â€œAt least let me order you dinner before I leave.”
    â€œNot necessary.”
    But it was necessary. She would feel guilty all night long if she left him working alone without food. “It’s not a problem.”
    â€œWell, if you’re sure,” he said, then pulled his wallet out and handed her a $50 bill. “That would be great. Thanks. I think Cheryl’s got Angelo’s Pizza on speed dial.”
    â€œPizza? Are you sure?”
    â€œI always order pizza when I work late.”
    Trish’s eyes narrowed. “How often do you work late?”
    â€œAlmost every night.”
    â€œYou eat pizza every night?”
    He calculated, then shrugged. “Just about.”
    â€œThat’s not very healthy.”
    He grinned. “It’s got all the food groups.”
    She simply shook her head and walked out to her desk where she found the file folder of local restaurant menus she’d seen earlier. She placed an order with a nearby restaurant for grilled chicken and rice with green beans and a salad.
    She busied herself by starting on the filing project,going through each of the folders more closely, as he’d requested. It also gave her the chance to continue her search for something incriminating, but so far, there was nothing.
    After forty minutes, the food delivery arrived. She found a tray in the kitchen down the hall, laid the food out and took it into his office.
    He did a double-take when she placed the tray on his desk. “What’s this?”
    â€œIt’s real food,” she said.
    He grinned. “You’re pretty bossy, aren’t you?”
    â€œI just believe in good nutrition,” she said defensively, and waited while he tasted everything.
    He watched her with amusement as he took the first bite of chicken. “It’s good.”
    She nodded. “And good for you.”
    He took another bite. “No, it’s really good.”
    â€œI’m glad.” She sat on the edge of the chair in front of his desk. “It’ll keep you going better than pizza will.”
    â€œYou may be right.” After a few more bites, he said, “Marjorie mentioned you have an MBA.”
    â€œYou were listening?”
    His lips twisted in a self-deprecating grin. “Okay, fine, I deserved that.”
    Her eyes widened. “Oh, I didn’t mean—”
    â€œIt’s okay,” he said with a laugh. “But in my own defense, I’ve had to deal with some of our floaters before. You haven’t.”
    â€œDid you mean special assignment assistants?” Trish said, biting back a smile.
    He laughed again. “Okay, I was an ass.”
    She couldn’t help but laugh. “I wouldn’t say that.”
    â€œYou didn’t have to say it,” he said wryly.
    â€œBut you had a right to be angry,” Trish allowed. “Ican’t imagine someone leaving you high and dry in the middle of such an important deal.”
    He bit into a green bean. “I’m still angry. But I suppose I’m somewhat to blame. Cheryl did mention getting married a few times, but I’ve been so wrapped up in the Fantasy Mountain deal, I guess I let it go in one ear and out the other.”
    â€œThis is the ski resort I’ve heard