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tell you, but then Helene would have to kill you."
    Ashley laughed before she could stop herself, nearly spitting red wine all over the table. "Well, I won't pry any further then."
    Anthony smiled and chuckled along with her. "Hold on to that sense of humor. You're going to need it if you spend much time around me."
    They ate in silence for a few moments before he spoke again. "Nothing in my books is an exact depiction of any specific operation or event, but I'd be lying if I said everything in my books comes from my imagination. Any more than this and you'll need to get a few more drinks in me first. And none of this wine business. You'll need to ply me with whiskey to get at my inner secrets. Top shelf only, I'm afraid."
    "That can be arranged," she said. "It would be a shame to spend all this time working with you without getting to know the man behind the legend."
    "You're welcome to try, but I have to warn you, I've been trained to resist several different methods of interrogation."
    Ashley couldn't tell if this last comment was a joke or not and decided to shift the conversation away from life in the CIA. Despite his easy jokes and friendly manner, she could tell his mood was shifting to a darker place as he thought about his time as an operative; she didn't want to be responsible for any bad memories she might accidentally dredge up. And so they talked of inconsequential things and ate their meal until he eventually excused himself to go to his study and begin his night of work.
Chapter Five
    TWO DRESSES LAY SPREAD across the bed while Ashley stood over them in her underwear trying to decide which to wear. After holding one up and deciding it was just the right mix of professional and attractive, she almost smacked herself in the forehead for being so silly. She'd been so caught up in trying to make a good impression during her first work session with Anthony that she'd completely forgotten he was blind. It didn't matter which dress she wore, because he'd never see it.
    Ashley slipped into the dress anyway; after all, it was about how it made her feel, and she allowed herself a warm cardigan to hold back the definite chill that was seeping into the bones of this old house now that autumn was coming on strong. She still looked cute enough with the sweater covering her torso, and this look was probably more appropriate to the situation. It had been difficult for her not to think about that first meeting with her boss, and how shockingly attractive she'd found him. She didn't know exactly how old he was, but she'd be surprised if he were over forty. Having just finished college, she hadn't thought there'd be any sort of romantic temptation here in Virginia, but his sweat-slicked bare stomach was quickly becoming a recurring theme in many idle daydreams.
    These sorts of thoughts were not helpful in getting ready for a collaborative work session with a famous author, and she set them aside and turned her attention to her make-up. She'd never relied on much more than a good skincare regimen and a bit of moisturizer before going out for the day, and now that she was working with a blind man, she found it even easier to skip the urge to dab on a little blush or eye shadow.
    Pawing through her bag of toiletries, she pulled out a bottle of perfume, and it occurred to her that this was how she could show off a bit of her feminine charm. She spritzed the scent on the pulse points at her wrists and around her neck just under the ears. She almost never wore perfume, and she'd inadvertently used a little more than was probably necessary, but with the stuffiness of this old house with all the windows closed, she figured it would go a ways toward brightening the place up.
    Ashley knocked lightly on the thick wooden door. She thought for a moment that she might have been expected to just walk in, but it wasn't in her nature to go charging into rooms with closed doors. At the same time, she hoped she wasn't making her boss get up to