He’d poured them wine and dished out their food, from the best Chinese place in the city. He leaned back watching her, wearing his bathrobe, eat it up. He wanted to think that once their contract ended that they could go back to work and remain completely professional. It was a foolish thought. Piper was what he wanted. Everything about her complimented him. He’d never find a harder working woman to fill her place and if he didn’t find a way to keep things platonic after Christmas then he just may find himself in a bind of his own. “Why are you so deep in thought?” she sipped her wine. “You haven’t even touched your food.” He shook his head. “I don’t know.” She stared at him. “You can tell me. I think we’re beyond being modest about anything with one another.” He grinned and forked a bite of his sweet and sour chicken. “I was just thinking about after Christmas.” She lifted her wine. “Ready to get rid of me so soon?” He frowned. “Of course not.” He’d move her in if she didn’t object to it.
