Momentarily stunned by Mitch’s murmured remark, Maggie stared at him with wary suspicion. Had his claim about the urgent need to respond to a late-arriving fax been just a ploy to get her alone? Excitement flared to life inside her. Yet even as it came into her mind, Maggie rejected the question. Mitch had had no idea that she would offer to remain, had in fact asked Karla to stay. So, then, why had he said… “Don’t freak, Maggie,” he drawled, making a half turn to pick up the fax on his desk. “Trust me, I have no intentions of bushwhacking you.” “I wasn’t about to ‘freak’,” Maggie informed him, arching a brow in disdain. “And I don’t trust any man,” she said with hard emphasis. He went stone still for a moment, as if in personal affront, then a wry smile flickered over his lips and he raised one dark eyebrow. “Not even Ben Daniels?” “Ben is very nice, charming and good company,” Maggie said, wondering what Ben had to do with anything. “But, he is still a man.”
