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to please” way that sort of creeped Remy out.
    “Are these visits of his actually secret or do you all know?”
    “Oh, we know. We know several weeks in advance. His assistant keeps us updated. It’s less stressful for everyone that way.” Here, she frowned and added, “He wasn’t actually expected until later today, though. So, that was a surprise.”
    “Yeah. For him too,” Remy murmured.
    “Well, I should go make sure my group is doing well.” Mallory waved—possibly the most controlled and least spontaneous effort that movement had ever seen. She was like Owen’s twin.
    Ever contrary, Remy waved back enthusiastically.
    As Mallory disappeared into the gray, boring monolith of a building, Remy set off to circle the building until this ache in her gut for Owen, her polar opposite, went away. Yeah right. Her heels would cripple her feet before that happened. Still, the pop and scrape of those heels was a nice beat after the quiet she’d been through.
    She was back at the front door, bent over, fishing a rock out of her shoe when that door opened.
    “Are you okay?” Owen asked.
    She held up the rock. “It must have gotten in there when I took off my shoes to walk through the garden on the east side.”
    Owen shifted sideways and looked at the building. “There’s a garden?”
    “Yeah, it’s got this cool bench with your name on it. Well, you were one of the names.” She grabbed his shoulder to steady herself as she put her heel back on. He had the sexiest deltoid muscle she’d ever felt. The casual touch overheated her more than her entire walk. Her breath hitched when she said, “I can show you the garden,” as she straightened. She brushed a strand of brown hair from her face and tried to slow her breathing.
    Blinking, he glanced at her hand on his shoulder. She should have removed it. She didn’t. Not right away. His muscle tensed up beneath her fingers. In her mind, she pictured a cougar gathering strength to pounce—that was how he looked.
    “Maybe next time.” He sounded distracted, confused, and just a little…out of control.
    She pulled her hand back, and they both took a breath like they’d just surfaced from drowning. Okay, sexual tension that could be cut with a knife—check.
    Remy cleared her throat. “Your estimate was wrong?” she asked, gesturing at his watch. He was out after only twenty-five minutes, a whole ten minutes early.
    “I think I rushed it. I checked everything off my list, but it still should’ve taken more time.”
    “You have a list for in there too?”
    “Lists are logical.”
    “I never said they weren’t.”
    “It was implied.”
    No, she’d been closer to implying they were boring and lame. She had no doubt they were logical. She just wasn’t a list sort of girl.
    On the way back to the car, he walked more closely than before—so close they brushed shoulders a few times. Rather than going to his door, he stopped to open hers.
    She blushed. Like a schoolgirl. Hopefully he didn’t notice.
    As he sat, Owen picked up a piece of paper with a scowl and muttered under his breath as he noted the time. “One of the directors in marketing made a point to tell me that you’d spoken and how nice you were.”
    Mallory was a total kiss-up.
    “She thought I was with you.” Remy started up the car.
    “Do you know where we’re going next?”
    “Yes, I looked at the schedule while you were inside.”
    “Oh,” he said. In the rearview mirror, she caught his surreptitious glance at her camisole.
    Remy smothered a smile.
    She’d been driving for a minute when he said, “But you are with me.” As it was the first time he’d initiated a conversation while she was driving, she nearly slammed on the brakes.
    “Yes, but I’m not with you.”
    She glanced in her rearview mirror and saw him nod and look out the window while worrying his lower lip. He’d barely even glanced out the window thus far. He’d always returned to his papers or laptop. This wasn’t a