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expanding waves.
    A moment later, I was swathed in my favorite color.
    I changed my mind.
    I wanted the boots.
    And I wanted the suit.
    Noah sucked in a breath. His eyes burned for me.
    "I misspoke. The color does have an effect."

CHAPTER EIGHT

    I had only one question in my mind now.
    Did the boots do the same thing?
    "Cosmo, can you make my boots the same color?"
    "Yes."
    My boots remained black.
    Why were they still black?
    "Cosmo, I thought you said you could make them periwinkle?"
    "I can."
    I wanted to smack something. He could do it. But I didn't tell his literal, annoying self to do so. I wanted to smack him. But I wasn’t sure where to start. A wall. The table. Would anywhere do?
    "Please change them to the same color."
    An instant later I was enveloped in the most beautiful purple imaginable. I studied it for moment.
    "Cosmo, make it a touch lighter."
    “A touch? The colloquial use of the word implies—“
    “Make it a tiny bit lighter.”
    "Yes, Ms. Gabarro."
    The purple of my suit and boots drifted up a touch. The perfect touch. The periwinkle of purple's dreams. I wanted to jump up and dance around the room like a princess. Like this was my coronation ball. I figured there was a fifty-fifty chance the boots would help my normally clumsy moves more graceful. My balance seemed better walking in them.
    Noah grinned and clapped. "That's one of my better creations. Getting the nano carbon fibers aligned and bending in perfect synchronicity was a terrible chore."
    "I love it!"
    I sounded like such a girl. I couldn't help it. I did love it. I was a girl.
    "Would you mind showing it off to me?" He made a little twirl with his finger.
    "You're pushing the bounds of propriety again, Mr. Sinclair."
    "What? I simply want to admire my creation. It has nothing to do with you."
    I almost clawed his face off. I didn't know what was worse. His asking to take a good look at my ass or then telling me he had no interest in doing so.
    I was not going to give him the pleasure of seeing my discomfort. I stood up, stepped away from the table and then started a slow twirl. I made sure to give him an eyeful of my backside. We'd see who could make the other more uncomfortable.
    "How do you feel about your creation, Mr. Sinclair?" The tone of my voice made it clear the suit was not the true topic.
    A soft growl escaped his throat. He coughed and I heard the squish as he swallowed.
    "Most pleasing. I had no idea it could be worn so well. It's a pity I'd like to tear it to shreds."
    My glutes clenched at the implied force. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw his eyes smoldering like the sun. I had no doubt the seven-foot-tall man muffin could get me out of this suit in a hurry. I wanted to see if we could set a world record. Or a space record if Guinness was particular about locations.
    As long as he was tearing my clothes off.
    I finished the slow spin and sat back down. I'd never felt sexier in my entire life. I felt so alive. It hit me all of a sudden.
    The injustice of it all.
    Why now? Why did love dance at my door now? And never before?
    There were two major obstacles to any imagined love I might harbor.
    One, I was here to interview him, as a professional. I wasn't here to sign up to be his personal concubine.
    I could almost see the uncapped pen in my hand, shaking to scrawl my signature.
    And two, even if that obstacle could somehow be overcome, even if that stormy sea could somehow be safely navigated, it didn't matter.
    I had less than thirty days to live. That was the concrete consensus of my team of doctors back home. Despite their hopeful babbling.
    The lightness in my being that buoyed me up on the wings of a bubble burst in mid air. The tension on the surface tore apart.  
    I crumpled in my chair, despite its best efforts at perfecting my posture. This pushy gel stuff was getting irritating.
    Tears burst from the limitless reservoir behind my damned eyes. I wished I could see another truth, another way. Another future.