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relaxed, so ordinary, and yet this Linc seemed the complete opposite. It was more than the suit and the chauffeured car. He carried himself differently. As if a world of responsibility lay on his shoulders.
    As the car pulled away from the curb, she glanced back at the towering building of Curtis Systems and realized perhaps it did.
    Had she read him wrong that night? Or had her memory grown fuzzy over the last two months?
    No, it wasn’t that. He had definitely acted differently that night. The question was why.
    “I thought you had a meeting to go to,” she said. “The receptionist mentioned you were tied up all afternoon. Seriously, I don’t mind coming back at a better time.”
    “I do have a meeting. I am swamped today.” He let out a long breath, one that spoke of all those responsibilities. Then he looked over at her, as if he still couldn’t believe she’d shown up on his doorstep. “But it’s not every day that I receive…an unexpected visitor.”
    “That’s a unique way of phrasing—” she was going to say our relationship , but they didn’t really have one, so she settled instead on, “the situation.”
    “You caught me off guard today. I hadn’t expected to see you again.”
    She caught the woodsy undertones of his cologne. In an instant she had an image of him from that night—simple pin-striped button-down shirt open at the collar, sleeves rolled up. But more than the way he’d dressed, she remembered the way he’d kissed, a kiss that had set her on fire in a way she never had been before. He’d taken his time, his lips drifting slowly over hers, his hand cupping her jaw, as if he was—
    “How did you find me?” Linc asked.
    “It, ah…” Molly drew her attention back to the present, her face hot “…wasn’t that hard. There aren’t that many software companies in Vegas employing a man named Linc, at least according to Google. I didn’t know, however, that you owned Curtis Systems. I thought…” Her voice trailed off.
    “Thought I was just a worker bee.” A smile crossed his lips and he opened his mouth as if he was going to say something else, but his phone rang, cutting off the sentence midstream. Linc let out a sigh, checked the caller ID, then apologized to Molly before answering the call. She heard him debating something about an architectural design for several minutes before he ended the call. Almost as soon as he hung up, his phone started in again. Linc sighed, then glanced at Molly. “Do you mind if I tie up a few loose ends before we go to lunch? This will only take a minute, I promise.”
    “Not at all. I understand.”
    He answered the first call, then placed several others, most of which Molly could tell from her one-sided interpretation were about cancelling the next few scheduled meetings and delegating responsibilities to other people within the company.
    Linc didn’t waste a single second. He powered up the laptop, working both that and the cell at the same time, in record time. She heard him run down several task lists, make at least a dozen different decisions, review several accounting issues with his comptroller, and all without becoming stressed or overwhelmed. If anything, Linc seemed to thrive on the stress of his job, as if heaping more things on his plate made it easier for him to carry.
    What a stark contrast between her simple world of five-year-olds learning colors and numbers and Linc’s of multi-million-dollar deals and corporate wrangling. Finally, he hung up, and closed the laptop. “Sorry about that.”
    “A CEO’s job is never done and all that?” she said.
    “Something like that.” Linc tucked the phone into the holster on his belt. At the same time, the town car slid to a stop in front of an Italian restaurant with a bright red awning and several outdoor bistro-style tables. Linc stepped out of the automobile and offered a hand to Molly.
    When her hand slipped into his large, familiar grip, that same electric jolt she remembered