He was on time. Even though she’d known the buzzer was going to ring, it had still startled the heck out of her. She shoved the clip into her hair and shut off the mindless TV she’d been trying to distract herself with. She tried not to run down the steps, but she was horrified to discover she was panting a little when she got to the bottom. Cool, calm, collected, she thought as she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. It’s only Ben—CFO, chief benefactor, rock star and all-around hot guy. No need to panic. Right. She opened the door and about fell over her own feet. Ben had his back to her as he did something with his motorcycle. Why on God’s green earth had she thought he’d be in the gray truck? The door latched behind her, causing him to pivot. He was wearing his jacket and jeans again, but this time he had on sunglasses. Slowly, he took them off. A strange look crossed his face, and Josey briefly wondered if she had toilet paper stuck to the heel of her boots or not.
