“Richard drives me crazy. He treats me like I’m a lowly assistant. I was so glad when you asked me to come back to Arlington.” “You are a lowly assistant,” Rachel said, looking up from her iPad with a smile. “But you’re my lowly assistant, and he has no business treating you poorly. I’ll make sure he gets the message loud and clear.” “Thank you,” Liv said. “My pleasure. Now, we need to get down to business. Wes had to push back the tree cutting again.” Rachel sighed. “I tried to talk to my father about our options, but he’s been in a depressive funk for most of the last week. If I can’t rely on him for something simple like that, I can hardly expect him to help me with these interviews.” “So you called me.” “Yes, and …” For a split second, Rachel hesitated before mentioning her enlistment of Sam. That kiss had done more than complicate things between them; it had royally screwed up her usually flawless focus. His heady eyes. His hungry lips. His solid body and big hands.
