Thank God it was Friday. Tomorrow he would head to Mordialloc and take possession of his boat. He’d been carrying the photo of it in his pocket all week, showing it to everyone. “Hey, Pat. How’s it going?” Rafe breezed past the trim, forty-something brunette at reception. “Larry wants to see you in his office,” Pat said. Her next words stopped Rafe in his tracks. “And you’re to bring Lexie Thatcher’s file.” Oh, hell. Two weeks had passed since he’d filed her return. The letter had gone out a couple of days ago. Rafe had thought he was home free. “Sure. Thanks, Pat.” He made his way more slowly to his desk and riffled in his filing cabinet for Lexie’s folder. Chris glanced up as Rafe trudged by. “What’s up?” Rafe shrugged, avoiding Chris’s gaze. Clutching the folder tight under his arm, he wove through the maze of cubicles and around the corner to Larry’s office. The door was ajar. He knocked and pushed it open. “Larry?” His heart kicked up at the sight of Lexie’s slender figure in a cotton dress and her tanned bare legs.
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