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how are you? And have a nice day.
    True, her mom might ask how Zoe was doing on the job. He would say how great she was—well, he’d better say how great she was, because she intended to be even better at the job than Lin had been—and that would be that.
    No reason a fiancé even had to come up.
    And she wouldn’t have to tell the lie forever. Eventually, when she was certain that Dax had stopped worrying she might try to seduce him, when everyone in the office quit waiting for her to drag him into the supply closet and ravish him, she could end it with her imaginary groom-to-be. Because, well, sadly, sometimes even the most perfect relationships don’t last.
    Yeah. It was workable. Totally workable.
    Still, she hesitated. Maybe if she just held tight, the issue would resolve itself. Dax and everyone else at the office would see she wasn’t the least interested in him and that would be that.
    She wished.
    Unfortunately, as that first week went by, it was becoming painfully clear that the issue was not resolving itself, that she had to do something.
    Because Dax really was very attractive. He was so smart and funny. So yummy to look at. And he always smelled wonderful—fresh and clean, a little minty. And way too manly.
    And now and then, she’d catch him watching her in a speculative way. As though he was attracted to her, too. As if he saw the inevitable approaching and wasn’t dreading it all that much, that she was bound to make a pass at him and he was bound to take her up on it.
    And then he would have to tell her that she wasn’t working out. She’d be out of a job and her father would give her a hard time about it, once more making Sunday dinner at the ranch an experience she only wanted to avoid.
    Thursday, as she was trying to make some headway organizing Dax’s bottomless pile of slush submissions, the elevator doors rolled wide and a tall brunette in four-inch cage heels and satin cargoes stepped off. She smoothed her Grecian-style chiffon top, which had a plunging neckline that lovingly revealed a lot of ripe, tanned cleavage.
    â€œDax, please.” She ordered him up like a cocktail, in a husky voice, batting her big Bambi eyes.
    â€œHave a seat. I’ll just buzz him and see if he’s—”
    â€œOh, he’ll see me.” The woman breezed right on by.
    â€œWait. You can’t…”
    But apparently, she could. She already had his door open and was lounging seductively against the door frame. “Dax.”
    â€œFaye,” he said from within. “What a surprise.”
    Zoe jumped up. “Uh, Faye, if you’ll only wait a minute, I’ll just—”
    Dax cut her off. “It’s all right, Zoe.” Did he sound annoyed—with her, for not stopping the woman in time? Or with Faye, for popping up out of nowhere to lounge against his office door? Zoe couldn’t tell. And she couldn’t read his expression, as Faye was blocking her view. “Hold my calls,” he instructed.
    â€œUh. Sure.”
    Faye sent a triumphant smile over her shoulder as she went in and shoved the door shut with the tall heel of her cage shoe.
    When she came out twenty-eight minutes later, there was no mistaking the glow to her cheeks and the swollen, red, very-much-kissed look about her full lips. The dark brown hair was a bit mussed. And the Grecian-inspired top draped a little differently than when she’d gone in.
    She blew a tender kiss in through the open doorway. “Tomorrow night?”
    â€œI can’t wait,” came Dax’s deep, smooth voice from inside the office.
    With one last knowing glance in Zoe’s general direction, Faye strutted into the elevator. The doors slowly closed. Zoe shifted her gaze back to her computer screen. She stared blindly at a proposal titled, “Pack It Lite: Never Check a Bag Again,” and tried to figure out exactly what she was feeling.
    It couldn’t be