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said, then left the table.
    Tia glanced at her vegetarian lasagna and inhaled the aroma of Italian seasonings and garlic. Sunshine was right. It did look wonderful. She picked up her fork and glanced at her lunch partner and laughed out loud.
    Chris sat, studying his burger. “This isn’t funny. I didn’t expect the burger to be this big.”
    â€œIt’s a Jam Burger. It’s half a pound of ground chuck. They are huge. You can always take some of it back to the office and have it for a late-afternoon snack.”
    He held the burger in both hands and took a bite. Nodding approvingly, he returned the burger to the wooden basket and wiped his mouth with his napkin. “I think I’m going to finish this.”
    â€œIt looks pretty good. It’s too much food for me, so I never order it. But I always wanted one.”
    â€œHere.” Chris took the burger in his hands and held it out to her. “Have a taste.”
    With the bun in her face, Tia didn’t know what to do. She shook her head. “Oh, no. I can’t take your food.”
    â€œOf course you can. It’s just a little bite. Come on. Enjoy!”
    Tia wanted to say no. Eating his food seemed so intimate and personal. It was something you did with a partner, a lover, or a close friend. Tia was none of these, at least not to him. Again, this may be another cultural thing that she needed to learn.
    With the burger in her face, she sank her teeth into the juicy beef. It was heavenly. She shut her eyes, savoring the taste. “Mmm!” Tia moaned. Opening her eyes, she found Chris’s gaze on her. He smiled knowingly. Disconcerted, she drew away and grabbed her napkin, wiping her mouth. “Thank you.”
    â€œYou’re welcome.” He placed the burger in its basket and pointed at her plate. “May I have a taste?”
    â€œOh! Sure.” She pushed the plate in his direction.
    â€œNo, no. Just give me a forkful.”
    â€œOh.” She wasn’t sure she wanted him using her fork.
    Smiling at her, Chris said, “You don’t have to worry about germs. I’d never hurt you that way.”

3
    Monday morning, Tia stood in the doorway to Adam’s office. “Okay. I’ll take care of it,” she assured Adam before shutting his door and crossing the office suite to Chris’s door. She tapped lightly on the wood surface and waited.
    â€œEntrez.”
    Tia opened the door and entered the office. Chris sat at his desk with the daily newspaper spread across the surface. Excitement rippled through her. Instantly, guilt assaulted her. That feeling should be reserved for Darnell.
    What is Chris up to now? She pursed her lips, moved across the room, and stopped in front of him. “Good morning.”
    After a quick glimpse in her direction, Chris returned to his paper. “Bonjour,” he muttered back. “Vous avez besoin de quelque chose?”
    She shook her head. “English!”
    â€œSorry. Do you need something?”
    â€œYes.” Tia ran her fingers through her hair and said, “Adam wants you at a meeting with Reynolds at two o’clock.”
    â€œWhat are we discussing?” Chris glanced at her.
    â€œThe legal department’s annual budget.”
    Grimacing, he dropped the paper and picked up a pen, jotting the information on his calendar. “Oh, oui. Two o’clock. Reynolds’s office. I’ll be there. Très bien. Thanks.”
    Reluctant to leave, Tia lingered, watching Chris for a moment. Absorbed in the paper, he failed to notice her. She stood, admiring the beauty of this handsome man as he turned the pages of his paper. Below the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt, she watched the ripple of muscles as he moved.
    He glanced up unexpectedly. She covered by asking, “What’s all of this? You’re not looking for a new job, are you?” She waved a hand across the desktop, noting that the newspaper sat open to the