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said, “You know how to wound a guy.”
     
    “You set yourself up for it,” I told him. “Hand me the remote.”
     
    He picked it up off the table next to him and handed it over. “Pizza or Chinese?” he asked.
     
    “Chinese,” I said. He reminded me that I was starving.
     
    While I searched for something to watch, Grant called in our order for food. When he came back, I had chosen a Hallmark movie that had all of the earmarks of a chick-flick. To his credit, he didn’t say a word. He got comfortable on the other side of the couch, stretching his legs out and resting his feet on one of my thighs. We sat there like that, watching the movie in blessed silence until our food came. We chatted some while we ate, but nothing was mentioned about work at all. After lunch we changed positions and I stretched my legs out across his. There was nothing at all sexual about mine and Grant’s touching. It was comfortable and safe and sometimes that’s all you needed.
     
    I fell asleep like that, drifting off into a dream where James Hunter was king and everyone bowed down to him… including his son, the prince. I remember being so angry with Seth in the dream and I cried and asked him why he loved him more than me. He had simply said, “Because he’s the king.” Then, James had ordered, “Off with her head,” and as I was dragged to the gallows, Seth did nothing to help me. I woke up with a start, to find that while I was sleeping, the sun had gone down and Grant had fallen asleep too. The room was dark with only the soft light from the TV. I muted the sound and slipped off the couch quietly. I found an afghan on one of the chairs and draped it over Grant’s naked torso. Then looking at the time I realized it was almost six. I headed for the shower.
     
    After my shower, which felt amazing, I checked my phone. Seth said he’d be here to pick me up at seven. That was perfect; I had an hour to finish getting ready. I left my long hair down, just putting my favorite product in it to enhance the curls and decrease the frizz. Then I went to my closet to decide what to wear. I really hoped that we were going somewhere casual. Even after the nap, I wasn’t really in the mood for a lot of fuss. As I stood in my closet and surveyed the clothes, I thought back to my earlier conversation with Seth. He had said, “You didn’t know him before the bitterness and greed began to eat him alive. The rest of us did. I’m just saying that I understand that may be the part of him they’re having a hard time letting go of.” That had to make me wonder how hard it was for Seth to let go. When I first met him, and James had supposedly stepped down and turned over the company to his son, Seth was still allowing his “retired” father to micro-manage everything he did. It was hard for me to reconcile the two facets of his personality sometimes.
     
    There was the aggressive, over-confident man that I was extremely attracted to and had fallen in love with, and there was the little boy who was still desperately seeking his father’s approval. That was the man who worried me. I loved him with my entire being. I had never been with a man who set me on fire the way that he does and I love it. He’s smart and funny and charming… he’s kind and thoughtful… but he is and always would be James Hunter’s son. That was something that I had decided I could live with when we first got together. Lately however, with the shareholders and other executives giving me such a hard time and Seth actually sympathizing with them, even a little bit, I had begun to wonder. Did he bounce his ideas, or worse yet, my ideas, off of his father? Could I trust the man I loved not to give away trade secrets to the one I most despised?
     
    Focusing back on my clothes, I finally settled on a little black dress that would work for wherever we were going. It was simple, but could go casual or dressy. I slipped it on and picked out a pair of heels to match, just