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forgotten, but he was sure of one thing.
    He had fallen for a married woman.
    Hard.
     
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    One thing Gracie didn't like was being late for a meeting. After the mishap the night before, spending the much needed time with Flynn and reading to him so that he could go to sleep only gave her a couple of hours to make heads or tails of the reports she left spread out on the dining table. While she worked, Theresa stayed instead of going to her own house which was just a few blocks away. She plied Gracie with coffee while she read or dozed off on the sofa. Gracie told her mother to stay in the spare room, but her mother refused, staying on the sofa to watch telly until she made herself comfortable and fell asleep. By four in the morning, Gracie was done and whatever time she had left to catch a few moments of sleep was spent thinking of the stranger the night before and the moment that she felt he was going to kiss her.
    And she stopped it.
    She groaned at the thought of all the what ifs. She deliberately didn't get his name to easily forget him. Like that would stop her mind churning. Even without a name he haunted her thoughts if only for a while before his face tapered off like the mist. Moral of the past night—parking close to a bar was hazardous to a person’s libido.
    Now as she waited in the reception area of Bryce Engineering LLP, she needed to get a grip and concentrate on the meeting. She couldn't make her presentation if she kept on thinking about the sexy stranger now, could she? She'd be all hot and bothered and maybe sound like Marilyn Monroe. That would be nice, though the wrong place to do so.
    She twisted to face the floor-to-ceiling glass windows behind her, her hair gently falling around her shoulders. She righted herself and realised that someone stood in front of her. Someone male, his scent making her inhale sharply. Lime. Cool lime. Fresh. Crisp. Sexy. Her eyes travelled the length of the denim clad thighs, to the fit torso encased in a button down shirt and fall coat, all the way up to the quirking mouth and the sexy but amused eyes.
    Oh…my…God.
    And she thought she'd never see him again, but he was here. The sexy stranger who caressed her face without even touching her and made her heart flutter. There was no doubt in her mind that he was a man other women would fight to be his arm candy, with his cleanly cut wavy hair, and the dark brows that slashed over those amazing blue orbs that had the ability to look deep into her soul and see her secrets. The daylight allowed her to appreciate him more, to assess his chiselled face, aquiline nose, and those full firm lips that were trying to hide a smile as his eyes perused her.
    "Like what you see?"
    Colour flooded Gracie's cheeks, but she arched a brow. "Like what you see?"
    "Touché.” His eyes sparkled with laughter. “Hi."
    Gracie's mouth was suddenly dry. "Hi." She cleared the hoarseness from her voice. "Hi."
    "What are you doing here?" he asked with a smile, a dimple forming on his right cheek.
    She took a deep breath to gather her wits about her and calm her heart. "I'm here to speak to Luke Bryce."
    He raised a brow. "Really? Why? Are you going to tell on me?"
    "What?" Her eyes widened. "No! Why would I tell on you? You didn’t do anything wrong. Do you work here?" Crap, her mouth was like a no brake train.
    He nodded, his eyes twinkling.
    Gracie was seriously changing her view about him. Sexy yes. Arrogant, absolutely!
    "Then why are you here?"
    Gracie's forehead briefly puckered. "Uh...that's between Mr. Bryce and me."
    He looked taken aback before his eyes crinkled. "You're right. It's none of my business. I didn't mean to pry." He sat down beside her. Gracie not only felt how the sofa depressed under his weight, but also felt the body heat through his clothes that made her want to slide closer.
    "Aren't you supposed to get to work? That might be a reason to tell your boss."
    "It's okay. We operate on flexi-time." He