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was really disappointed he had to work late—"
    "It's not about Quinn. It's about your story."
    "My story?" Angie echoed, confused. "What about it?"
    "Well, you know how you finished it so late that we skipped the copy editing stage and you just went ahead and posted it without me reading it?"
    "Yeah." Yesterday had been such a nightmare. Angie hadn't realized how truly difficult it was going to be to write about holiday love until she'd sat down to do it. She'd meditated. She'd gone to the gym. She'd even chugged an iced coffee to get a caffeine hit. Each time she'd sat down and tried to type, her mind had just shut down and she'd wanted to cry.
    The only thing that had finally gotten the words flowing had been the looming deadline. Finally at five o'clock, she'd started typing, and still barely made the midnight deadline, partially due to the three hour nap she'd taken on her floor from seven to ten o'clock. She'd even ruined her silk blouse with all the drool.
    Total stress.
    From now on, she was pretending the deadline was five o'clock, not midnight. How was she supposed to find joy in the holiday season again if she was stuck at work every night and had to miss all the holiday parties and everything fun? She had to get out of the office and find her way back to the woman she used to be.
    "Did you even read it when you finished?"
    "Read what?" At Heidi's raised eyebrow, Angie turned on her brain and focused on work. "Oh, right. My story. Of course I read it. Why? Were there typos?" That would be appalling if she'd posted a story that had typos. She prided herself on turning out only the highest quality work. If the breakup had made her so depressed she couldn't even catch some lousy typos...that would be unforgivable. The one thing she still had was her writing talent. If she let some guy interfere with that...
    Heidi rolled her eyes and tossed a printout on Angie's desk. "Read it again, sweetie. From the point of view of the client, looking for a tale of love so touching that it would inspire even the most tight-fisted man to buy diamonds for his woman."
    A firm rap sounded from the door before Angie could pick up the document. She looked up to find Kyle Black standing in her door, his forehead a mere two inches below the mistletoe she'd forgotten to take down.
    There he was. In her doorway. Kyle Black.
    He was wearing faded jeans that hit his hips just right, a ragged sweatshirt that hung off his broad shoulders in just the right way and a pair of old basketball sneakers. She'd seen him in a suit plenty of times, but there was something about his casual look that simply took her breath away. He looked so ruggedly masculine, but his piercing blue eyes showcased his brilliant mind and quick wit. It had been almost three years since she'd first met him, and he still made her stomach do all sorts of weird jigs and sent her pulse into overdrive.
    Dammit. She couldn’t afford to get all hot and bothered about "Kyle . Wasn't she over him? It had to be the mistletoe. Damn plant, stirring up decadent thoughts about Kyle that she was much too smart to entertain.
    Heidi cleared her throat, and Angie realized she'd been gaping at him. She quickly snapped her mouth shut and picked up the article Heidi had dropped on her desk, though she couldn't begin to concentrate on the words. Damn Kyle. Why did he still affect her like that? She was so going to find weed killer tonight. She hadn't found any at the grocery store, but there had to be some for sale somewhere in this city.
    "Oh, hello, Kyle," Heidi purred cheerfully.
    Oh, great. Could Heidi sound more amused? With that lilt to Heidi's voice, Kyle would have to be an idiot not to realize that Angie had spent hours extolling Kyle's virtues to Heidi. Note that those hours were in the past, before he'd started shacking up with her sister. Once that had happened? Forget it. He'd been wiped from her heart. No one would be allowed to break her heart twice. "Looking dapper as usual," Heidi