Caveman @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } CHAPTER NINE The chill extended into their professional relationship, though they both took great pains to hide it. Weeks after, Stanna still hadn't had a moment completely alone with him, unless she counted the weekly debates over her column, which she didn't. He was much the same. She was the one who was altered by their night on the mountain. She found herself acutely aware of the times he arrived and the times he left, and was so sensitized to his voice that she could pick it out of a crowd of voices across the hall effortlessly. His laugh made her pause whatever she was doing with a strange ache of longing. He didn't approach her on a personal level. Professionally, though, he was as infuriating as he'd always been. Masticating her column, placing bimbo ads on the back covers of Men's Weekly, meeting with Tia of K&C Ad Agency more often than he met with her... he was as bullheaded and misguided as ever, but who was she to tell him such a thing?
