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her incorrigible boss.
    The limo
slowed to a crawl. “We’ve returned to civilization. “Where did you wish to go,
sir?”
    “How long
until the traffic clears up on the bridge to nowhere?”
    Carrie pushed
herself off Trent’s chest and studied her surroundings. The street sign said
Macomb’s Place, a name she didn’t recognize. Which meant all this scary
nonsense had really happened.
    “We can no
longer take the bridge, sir. I have a one-gunshot-per-day limit. We’ll take the
Lincoln tunnel if you don’t mind. However, presently, all tunnels and bridges
to New Jersey are closed due to a bomb scare, so may I suggest you catch a
Broadway matinee and then have dinner.”
    She cringed,
expecting Trent to transform into his father and berate the driver, who’d just
saved their lives, for wanting him to have an enjoyable wait.
    Oddly, he
smiled. “Excellent idea.”
    She pulled her
iPad from her briefcase to find out which shows still had tickets available.
Once they got Trent to his show, she’d ask Sam to drop her off at the office so
she could discover what disasters awaited her there.
    Trent watched
her search for a second, then he refocused on Sam. “Hold on. How do you know
about a bomb scare?”
    Sam pointed to
his right ear. “I’m listening to the radio.”
    In classic
Trent petulance, he asked, “Did it ever cross your mind we might like to listen
to the radio too?”
    “Sir, I bought
this device with my own money because you didn’t like hearing the traffic
station, no matter how low I kept it. If you and Miss Hanson wish to listen to
music, need I remind you a radio exists right above your head.”
    Carrie
detected Sam's resentment of abuse after saving their lives. She interrupted
Trent before he escalated the situation. “Okay, tickets remain for three
musicals, one political off-Broadway show with rave reviews, and the very funny
magician comedians, Tall and Tiny.”
    He returned
his focus on her, slipping his left arm around the back of the seat while he
leaned closer, invading the little space she had. Her heart quickened. God, she
loved his scent. It made her feel — She shook her head. Get a grip! He’s your boss and he wants to see a
Broadway show! “Here’s the review blurbs for each.”
    He leaned in
even closer, so his chest pressed against her arm. Her face warmed. Between her
near death experience and his cologne, her professional demeanor struggled.
    You can do
this. He’s your boss and that’s all . She breathed in deep, in an attempt to
steady her nerves. Unfortunately, she’d fail to account for the effects of a
lungful of Trent’s wonderful scent. God, he smelled good. She focused on the
reviews, needing to distract herself from his cologne. She smiled as she read
the comments for Tall and Tiny. It sounded so good. She wished she had the time
and money to see it.
    Given Trent
began reading before her, he should have finished and made his decision by now.
She steeled herself and looked up at him. His gaze focused on her instead of
the screen.
    “Do you want
to hold my iPad?” Carrie knew he hated when people treated him like a child.
    A faint smile
touched his lips. “No, let’s do the last one.”
    “Tall and
Tiny?”
    He shrugged.
    She tilted her
head. “If you don’t even know the name of the show, why do you want to see it?”
    He smiled as
if he’d just done something very clever. “Because you do. I could see it in
your face.”
    Why would what
she liked matter? Then a possible explanation came to her. “Do you want me to
go with you?”
    He gently
tugged on a strand of her hair. “Hey, we just went through war together. We
both need a laugh.”
    His unexpected
generosity shocked her. She felt like the egoistical sun had finally noticed inconsequential
Pluto still working hard to race around it.
    “Um,
okay. Tall and Tiny it is. Do you want me to charge the tickets to my card?”
    Say
no. Please say no.
    Her
credit card limit was maxed from Taiwan.
    With