There was no denying that aside from having a great personality, a keen mind, and a body that made her want to pull on her hiking gear and launch an expedition, Jordan Wellington was fun to be around. She looked at him over the stingy remains of the pizza – half loaded, half plain – that sat between them on the cot. “I swear,” Jordan commented as he tossed the crust from his final piece back into the open box. Ava closed the lid, stretching over to toss the box onto her desk because the cot had chewed up the tiny bit of floor space that wasn’t stacked with product samples and files. “I don’t know where you managed to put all that in your tiny little body.” “Give me a break,” Ava shot back around her final mouthful of cheese. “I had a carton of yogurt and a banana for lunch today, and then the surgery took so long that I didn’t have a chance to eat dinner. Do I look like the kind of woman who makes a habit of skipping meals?” “I…”
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