"You getting hitched?" Caroline asked, her voice weighted with skepticism. David spun in his chair to face his blond bombshell boss. Funny how he'd stopped noticing how good-looking she was the moment she'd started barking out orders. She was a tough businesswoman, but fair. And, not so incidentally, a contented wife and the mother of two children. Definitely off limits. Caroline chided him about settling down, in a tolerant big-sisterly way. Not that she was that much older, but her superior professional status brought out the mother hen in her. David suspected he was about to get pecked on. "Can't a man do a little leisure reading on his lunch hour?" David asked, with mock defensiveness. "Sure, read these," she said, dropping a stack of files on his desk. David leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on his desk, crossing his legs comfortably at the ankles. "You can work me like a slave driver eight hours a day, but these forty-five minutes," he said, clutching the thick planner to his chest, "are mine!" "All right, big boy," she said, laying a hand on her hip.
