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patted her back before she went to the door. “You love this town. I get it.”
    “Okay, I’ll find that file and be right back,” she said, but I called her name from my desk.
    “Before you go, tell me about Junior.”
    She grimaced a little. “He’s high society, very well known as a corporate shark, and very unhappy to be coming today.”
    “Fabulous,” I muttered, my lips in a frown.
    “He’s knows he has to get this taken care of and wants to do it as fast as possible, so I don’t think he will give you much trouble.”
    Something was niggling at the edge of my brain until I finally latched onto it. “Wait a minute, Rosie. Gideon and Karen Armstrong were Mormon.”
    She didn’t even make a sound or a motion, but her facial expression said it all. I moaned, laying my head down on my arms. “Please tell me Junior isn’t devout Mormon.”
    “That’s where you two will have plenty in common. He’s about as devout a Mormon as you are.”
    “That’s something,” I muttered. “Thanks for the info. Now, let’s find that file.”
    She saluted, turning sharply to scurry away to Kadlec’s office. I glanced at the clock. I had less than thirty minutes until he would be standing in my office. Not only did I have to read the changes to his mother’s will, but I had to find out as much as I could about him. I opened my laptop and typed in the name, ‘Gideon Armstrong, Junior.’
    I tapped my fingers on the desk while Google did its job. Article after article about his business came up on the screen. I hit the toggle for images and leaned in towards the screen a little closer.  A man stared back at me with a pair of smoky green eyes covered in tortoiseshell glasses.
    “Oh, hells to the bells, no!” I yelled, slamming the laptop closed. “Google has got to be wrong.”
    “That’s exactly what I said,” came a familiar voice from the door.
    I looked up to see ‘Google man’ standing comfortably in my office. He was dressed in an expensive Italian suit with even more expensive Italian loafers adorning his feet. He hadn’t changed a bit in the last eleven months other than, if possible, becoming oodles more handsome. He was majorly swoon worthy, but I was majorly angry like a ticked off hornet. Rosie stood behind him, smiling sweetly.
    “Did you find the file, Rosie?” I asked, gritting my teeth. She shook her head no, so I shooed her away with my hand.
    “I’ll find it, be right back,” she fretted. “He came early.” She disappeared down the hall and I took a deep breath. I pointed at the door with my finger, wagging it. “Out! Out of my office!”
    He reached out to lower my hand, “No can do. I have an appointment.”
    He stuck his hand out. “Gideon Armstrong, Junior.”
    “Known as Strong to your employees and friends,” I seethed, slapping his hand away.
    “You’ve got nothing to say to me about not using my real name. What kind of name is Penny, anyway? I can’t believe I fell for that.”
    I sanely, and calmly, closed the door then leaned my forehead against it for three breaths that were supposed to calm me. When I turned, I stuck my finger in his chest. “It’s a nickname for Penelope, which happens to be my middle name. Katie Penelope Kupid is my name and dealing with showboating, overblown, ostentatious, la-di-das in fancy suits, is not my game.”
    He grabbed my finger and clucked his tongue at me, “Such a temper, Penny.”
    I sucked in a breath trying to regain control of my breathing, “Don’t ever call me that again.”
    “Because?”
    “My brother was the only one who called me that.”
    “Yet, you introduced yourself as Penny to me months ago. I say that’s fair game.”
    I wrenched my finger from his grasp. “Fine, Gideon .”
    I said his name in a sarcastic tone I had hoped would make him angry, but instead he just grinned wider. There was a knock on the door and I wrenched it open. Rosie was standing there with the file. “Is everything okay?”
    “Yes, of