It was Gideon, not the concierge, standing in her doorway. “I wanted to review the Chamberlain correspondence.” His blue gaze raked her length, lingering, or so it seemed, on her belt. “Guess I should have called first.” When she didn’t respond, he frowned. “Is everything all right?” “Yes, I…” Emma shook coherent thought back into her head. “I wasn’t expecting you.” “Obviously.” His grin grew wider. “I mean, I assumed you would have plans….” “Ah, didn’t your mother teach you about making assumptions?” In more ways than one, thought Emma. “Besides,” he said, “why go out when I can spend a stimulating evening reviewing financials with you? May I?” He nodded toward her hallway. It took a moment for Emma to realize what he was asking; her head was stuck on his last comment. But eventually she stepped aside to let him pass. “Are you sure I’m not interrupting you?” he asked. Emma thought of the lavender-filled bath growing cold. “No. Nothing important.
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