Up and at ’em.” Drew nudged Deanna’s shoulder. But she just sighed and shifted, and instead of her sleeping head resting against the backseat of the limousine that had been waiting for them when they’d landed in San Antonio, it slid sideways until it was resting on his shoulder. Her hair smelled like green apples. He closed his eyes for a minute, reminding himself that this was Deanna. His young assistant who was, once again, smoothing out the kinks in his life. Yeah, okay, so she was going to get something out of it. Namely, getting some help with her crazy mother. But as far as Drew was concerned, that was a drop in the bucket compared to what he was going to get out of it. The right to head up Fortune Forecasting once and for all. “Deanna.” He started to reach for her hand where it was resting on her lap, but hesitated. The diamond solitaire that he’d chosen from the two-dozen rings that Bob had brought by the office less than an hour after Drew had called him was on her ring finger.
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