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She glanced down at her left hand and wiggled it before smiling again. We both knew this was just the beginning of our life together.
With a grin, I lifted her into my arms and headed for the bathroom. “Shower and round two first.”
She dipped back her head and laughed. “Now that sounds like an even better plan.”
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His Temporary Assistant
Just when I thought my day—week, month, life—couldn’t get any worse, my assistant said she was taking a vacation.
In a week.
Not a year.
Not a month.
A week.
“Look, sir, I’m really sorry. I never expected to get this opportunity. My grandmother was supposed to go to Fiji on her honeymoon, but they broke up, and Biff is taking the Tahoe so she’s taking the vacation.”
I pressed a fingertip to my aching temple. “Biff? Your grandmother? Fiji?”
“He’s taking the Tahoe,” my assistant April repeated slowly, leaning forward. Her blond hair fell down around her shoulders, escaping whatever pinned-up thing she’d done in the back. Unless that was the style.
Must be. April Finley was never anything but perfectly put together.
Before today, she’d also never been late. Or taken a vacation beyond a standard and reasonable long weekend. She’d called in sick precisely twice and worked from home.
“We had an agreement.” My voice remained even. “I hired you on the spot approximately eighteen months ago on the condition you realized this was not a position that afforded you—”
“What, I can’t take some time for myself?” Unlike my own, her voice rose in pitch to match the lifting asymmetrical hem of her dress. Not to indecent levels, mind you, because April was always proper.
Yet somehow my lack of sleep and brewing tension headache was bringing to mind ocean waters creeping higher on the Titanic.
