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“Don’t worry. She won’t be here for long. I’ll handle this, Mrs. Packard.”
    Mrs. Packard looked momentarily disappointed, then nodded. “I’ll show her in.”
    When she left, Drew looked at Ken. “Okay. Out.”
    â€œCome now,” Ken protested. “What’s the harm in an old man admiring a rather amazing—”
    â€œIt’s going to be quick, and it’ll probably be messy,” Drew interrupted. He already remembered just what amazing attributes the woman possessed. “I don’t want you interrupting.”
    Ken stood, then wiggled his eyebrows. “Interrupting what…and how hasty are you planning to be?”
    Drew cursed himself silently. “ Interfering. I meant, interfering.”
    â€œOf course you did.” With one last sly grin, Ken wandered out.
    Drew threw his suit coat over the back of a chair and rolled up his sleeves. She was tenacious, he’d give her that much. But tenacious or not, he’d send her right back to her fancy, schmancy P.R. firm. Crying, if need be. He didn’t relish acting like this, but he knew how these P.R. people worked. The first guy Drew had spoken withfrom Michaels & Associates probably would’ve misted up if he thought it would seal him a sale.
    Drew heard the clack of footsteps coming down the hallway before he saw her. He set his face in a firm, determined frown.
    I am going to get rid of this woman once and for all, no matter what she looks like.
    And he’d meant it, too. Right up to when she took one step into the room and his jaw dropped.
    She was wearing a snug-fitting pair of well-worn blue jeans over what looked like black hand-tooled leather boots. She was also wearing a faded black T-shirt that sported the name of a rock band he’d never even heard of. Her red hair exploded around her head like fireworks. She wore a broad smile beneath eyes of mossy-green determination.
    â€œMr. Robson.” Without invitation, she sprawled herself in one of the conference room chairs. “Sorry I’m arriving unannounced like this. I’ve got a proposal I think you’ll be interested in, and I seemed to have difficulty setting up an appointment, for some reason. Not that I’m implying anything. I’m sure you wouldn’t have given that…uh, your assistant specific instructions not to put me on your calendar.”
    â€œI would have if it had occurred to me you’d be crazy enough to come back,” he said tightly. “And don’t make yourself comfortable. You won’t be staying long.”
    â€œNow that’s where you’re wrong,” she said confidently, propping her feet up on the desk and crossing her legs at the ankle. She looked like a cross between the CEO of a multimillion dollar company and a roadie for Lollapalooza. “I made a mistake with you. I thought you were looking for polish, and somecharm…and let’s face it, a little polite strong-arming. I understand now that it was a total misjudgment on my part.”
    â€œI’m not looking for anything you’re offering,” he pointed out.
    â€œExactly. But you are looking for a way out of the hole you’re in.”
    His eyes narrowed and he sat next to her, glaring. “I used to bounce in a club for a while. Don’t make me escort you out, Ms. Morrow.”
    She sat up, meeting his gaze with an unflinching determination. “Just hear me out. Five minutes. That’s all I’m asking.”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œYou’re trying to save your company,” she said, her voice low and impassioned. “I can help you do that.”
    â€œBull.” He reached for her arm. “Now come on…”
    She held his wrist, stopping him. He wasn’t pushing, but she wasn’t struggling, either. It was just a gentle grip, her fingertips brushing the flesh over his pulse.
    It stopped him more than a fist would have.
    â€œYou need an