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redoing his pants.
    He didn’t look at me, so I stopped looking at him.
    He must have signaled the driver somehow, because within minutes—minutes that stretched long with discomfort—we were in front of the hotel where I was staying.
    How he knew that, I didn’t know, and was certainly not about to ask.
    “Um. Well. Goodbye.” Emotions were rioting through me, and I wanted to scream, to cry, to throw something. I wanted that pleasure back. The driver opened the door for me, and I scrambled out awkwardly.
    “Devon.” My heart jumping, I bent and looked back into the car. Zach was looking straight at me, and he looked ferocious. “You are a temptation.”
    “Thank you?” I had no idea what to say. I wished for, longed for, a sweet kiss good night, a brush of the hands, something . . . but then, he had warned me, he didn’t do gentle.
    I was several steps away, my heels clicking on the pavement with a much more decisive manner than I felt, when he again said my name. I turned, and saw that same fierce man watching me.
    “Devon. You have no idea what you started.”
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Chapter Four
    “Miss Devon Reid.” The words that sliced through the frenetic air of the big room that housed my small desk at Phyrefly Aviation would have been unmistakable, even if they hadn’t been saying my full name.
    The sounds were female, forced sharply through a well-stuffed nasal cavity.
    That distinctive voice, combined with the quirk of addressing a person by her full name, belonged to Bini Gallagher, the administrative manager at Phyrefly—my supervisor.
    “Yes, Mrs. Gallagher?” Though she addressed everyone by their full name, there would be hell to pay if one of us girls —and that included my male coworker Tony— dared to use her first name in any context. I smiled brightly, trying to maintain the expression even when the other woman pushed her tortoiseshell spectacles down her nose and peered over them at me with disdain. I tried—as a rule—to be nice to the older woman, because her negativity had struck me as stemming from a deep personal unhappiness.
    Besides, I was happy for the distraction. It had been an entire week since I’d seen Zach. A whole week of silence following one of the most intense experiences of my life.
    I thought that I might go mad.
    That lack of contact had been good for the work side of things, however. With no more sightings of the two of us together—no grist for the rumor mill—people seemed to have moved past the drama quite quickly, and on to the next entertaining thing.
    All of this was reason for a big smile, indeed.
    My smile, no matter how genuine, didn’t crack Bini’s façade, and I let it slip. I didn’t have the energy to pretend to be cheery today, not when I’d been up half the night, again, thinking about—
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    obsessing over—Zachariah St. Brenton.
    You have no idea what you started. “Starting” would imply that whatever was between us wasn’t over.
    Then where the hell was he?
    Mrs. Gallagher sniffed when she saw that she didn’t have my full attention. With a loud huff of coffee-scented breath, she slapped a small parcel, plainly wrapped in brown paper, onto my desk.
    I tucked a stray wisp of hair from my ponytail behind my ear and blinked at the unmarked package.
    When I looked up at the woman with a questioning expression, she huffed again, and I felt as if, somehow, I should have known what the package contained.
    “This was just delivered. It came with instructions. You, and only you, are to deliver this upstairs to Mr. St. Brenton. Make sure that you are the one to deliver it into his hands.”
    I barely registered the aggrieved expression on Mrs. Gallagher’s face—why was I being sent into the sacred den of he who ruled the building when she had seniority, after all? But my heart had leapt into my chest when I’d heard