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forward and plunked the nameplate on the edge of her desk. As she looked up in annoyance, he boldly winked at her.
    Cait was not amused. How dare this…this…redneck flirt with her!
    She glared at him, hoping he’d have the good manners and good sense to leave—which, of course, he didn’t. In fact, he seemed downright stubborn about staying and making her as uncomfortable as possible. Her phone conversation ran its natural course and after making several notations, she replaced the receiver.
    â€œYou wanted something?” she demanded, her eyes meeting his. Once more she noted his apparent amusement. She didn’t understand it.
    â€œNo,” he answered, grinning again. “Sorry to have bothered you.”
    For the second time, Cait was struck by a twinge of the familiar. He strolled out of her makeshift office as if he owned the building.
    Cait waited a few minutes, then approached Lindy. “Did you happen to catch his name?”
    â€œWhose name?”
    â€œThe…man who insisted I vacate my office. I don’t know who he is. I thought he was the foreman, but…” She crossed her arms and furrowed her brow, trying to remember if she’d heard anyone say his name.
    â€œI have no idea.” Lindy pushed back her chair and rolled a pencil between her palms. “He is kinda cute, though, don’t you think?”
    A smile softened Cait’s lips. “There’s only one man for me and you know it.”
    â€œThen why are you asking questions about the construction crew?”
    â€œI…don’t know. That guy seems familiar for some reason, and he keeps grinning at me as if he knows something I don’t. I hate it when men do that.”
    â€œThen ask one of the others what his name is. They’ll tell you.”
    â€œI can’t do that.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œHe might think I’m interested in him.”
    â€œAnd we both know how impossible that would be,” Lindy said with mild sarcasm.
    â€œExactly.” Lindy and probably everyone else in the office complex knew how Cait felt about Paul. The district manager himself, however, seemed to be completely oblivious. Other than throwing herself at him, which she’d seriously considered more than once, there was little she could do but be patient. One of these days Cupid was going to let fly an arrow and hit her lovable boss directly between the eyes.
    When it happened—and it would!—Cait planned to be ready.
    â€œYou want to go for lunch now?” Lindy asked.
    Cait nodded. It was nearly two and she hadn’t eaten since breakfast, which had consisted of a banana and a cup of coffee. A West Coast stockbroker’s day started before dawn. Cait was generally in the office by six and didn’t stop work until the market closed at one-thirty, Seattle time. Only then did she break for something to eat.
    Somewhere in the middle of her turkey on whole wheat,Cait convinced herself she was imagining things when it came to that construction worker. He’d probably been waiting around to ask her where Paul was and then changed his mind. He did say he was sorry for bothering her.
    If only he hadn’t winked.
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    He was back the following day, a tool pouch riding on his hip like a six-shooter, hard hat in place. He was issuing orders like a drill sergeant, and Cait found herself gazing after him with reluctant fascination. She’d heard he owned the construction company, and she wasn’t surprised.
    As she studied him, she realized once again how striking he was. Not because he was extraordinarily handsome, but because he was somehow commanding. He possessed an authority, a presence, that attracted attention wherever he went. Cait was as drawn to it as those around her. She observed how the crew instinctively turned to him for directions and approval.
    The more she observed him, the more she recognized that he was a man who had an appetite for life.