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rushing south.
    With a little moue of her lips that made a couple of cute dimples appear, the receptionist wiggled back to her post. Jane was positive Miss Pink had practiced that lip thing in a mirror. Hmm. Maybe she should try it?
    Sayers turned the smile upon her now. “Jane!” he said warmly. “Good to see you again. How are you today?”
    She stared at him, wary. Embarrassed that you managed to star naked in my dreams last night. “Uh, fine,” she said. “How are you?”
    â€œCouldn’t be better, thanks.”
    Did someone spray happy mist in your Wheaties this morning? Add amphetamines?
    â€œWould you like something to drink? Coffee?”
    She shook her head, unable to look away from a sexy little mole in the middle of his left cheek.
    â€œTea?”
    â€œNo, thank you.” And don’t say “me” next, either. Where is your evil twin? The one I met yesterday?
    Today’s Dominic was even dressed in a happy-colored pale yellow button-down and khakis, not the funereal pinstripes of the day before. His eyebrows looked less menacing. And dark, curly hairs beckoned to her from his open neckline, cranking up his sex appeal factor even more, if that were possible. Uh-oh.
    Me, Tarzan, those little curly hairs crooned. You, Jane. Wanna swing to nirvana on my big, thick vine?
    Huh. She averted her eyes from the danger spot and reminded herself that the man in front of her was nothing more than a chest-thumping primate who needed to be civilized.
    She considered asking him to pull his anger out of the nearest file cabinet so they could get on with examining it but decided to go ahead and explore this warm and fuzzy aspect of his personality—since, after all, it was probably a mask. He’d let it slip sooner or later.
    â€œI’m guessing you just want to follow me around and observe me, correct?”
    â€œYes. I may tape some conversations, too—with your permission.”
    â€œOf course!” he said in genial tones.
    Who are you?
    â€œTo start with, I have a staff meeting in five minutes. You can meet my team and see that I actually play quite well with others.”
    We’ll see about that.
    But it was true. Five people filed into the room, including his marketing coordinator, two analysts, an assistant product manager and a PR specialist. Three of them were women, two men. They all seemed to have an easy camaraderie with “Dom,” as they called him.
    He introduced every person to her by name, joking that Jane was there to help him mind his p’s and q’s. They all looked puzzled but carried on with various reports to him.
    When Jackie, the marketing coordinator, had finished, he thanked her graciously. “And how’s Tommy doing?” he asked.
    She rolled her eyes. “Kid’s gonna drive me crazy, whining about that cast on his arm.”
    Dom shook his head in sympathy. “Well, tell him he’s lucky he didn’t break it in the summertime. A cast gets even hotter and itchier then, believe me.”
    She nodded.
    â€œYour Buccaneers are looking good, Tim.” Dom said to one of the analysts.
    The guy flashed a big white grin at him. “Yeah. Gonna kick the he—uh, hoo-ha outta the Falcons.”
    â€œOh, I wouldn’t be too sure about that. Whatcha got for me?”
    Tim made his report while Dom nodded thoughtfully.
    Jane taped the meeting and took notes with growing incredulity. But they couldn’t possibly have allgotten together and rehearsed beforehand. No, these people actually liked Sayers. And that didn’t add up.
    Hmm. She tapped her pen on her nose. And so, clearly, had the company receptionist. But while she’d written that off to a sweet young thing’s infatuation with his looks, she couldn’t write off the interactions in this meeting. It was all very peculiar. For an instant she wondered if just maybe he’d been telling the truth in her office. That he