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then his watch.
    “Unless you want to
return to New Jersey, in which case you still have to get off to buy a ticket.
Company policy.”
    Trent led her off the
train onto a cavernous, yet oddly, claustrophobic, underground platform crammed
with people swarming the escalators.
    At the sight of his
driver, Trent smiled. His train ride ordeal was over! Soon he would return to
his protected space inside his bullet proof limo. Never would he take a
train again.
    Sam returned his
smile with an irritated scowl. “I’m double parked, and you guys are making out on
the train? If we still have a car, I’ll take you to a hotel and you two can go
at it like bunnies for all I care.”
    Trent raised a brow.
Sam normally pretended to be a respectful driver in Carrie’s presence. “I’m
guessing your night didn’t go well.” He’d given his driver the night off to
spend with his new girlfriend, something he’d never do again. The train ride
had almost killed them and Sam hadn’t even enjoyed his mini-vacation.
    “You’d be right.” Sam
stormed off without them.
    “Go save the car. We’ll
show up eventually,” Trent yelled at his retreating driver.
    Endless rows of dirty
concrete boarding ramps stretched across what looked to be a giant cave carved
out of bedrock. On some ramps, people frantically bunched at the escalators, on
others, he didn’t see anyone, just silent empty concrete slabs. The place
looked like a shot out of an apocalypse movie. Wrapping his arm around Carrie, he
strolled beside her, in no hurry to join the mob pushing to escape the dismal
place.
    She grimaced and
stared up at him. “I’m sorry the morning has been so trying for you.”
    “Stop apologizing. You
are not responsible for everything that goes wrong.” He tugged her closer. “Although
a great deal that goes right is your doing.”
    With Carrie at his
side, ghastly train rides and insubordinate, ill-tempered drivers couldn’t
upset him. She was his rock and foundation. She made him a better man.

Chapter 3
    Carrie and Trent
stood on the extra-wide sidewalk outside Penn Station, searching for his black
stretch limo in the sea of yellow cabs. Carrie’s focus turned to a tall, slender
blonde in a provocative blue suit with a plunging neckline and short skirt,
smiling at Trent.
    Evidently not used to
being ignored, the young woman laid her hand on his arm. “What you tried to do
for the old woman on the train was really nice.”
    Trent lost all
interest in searching for his limo and eyed his new admirer up and down as he
bestowed his smile-of-charm upon her. “Thank you.”
    Carrie had seen him
use the technique to sell chairs to a reluctant executive, but this femme
fatale wasn’t shopping for chairs. Probably a pickpocket.
    “And your name is?”
he asked.
    The sexpot kitten
extended her paw. “Angela Carson.”
    He captured it in
both of his. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Trent Lancaster.”
    Her eyes rounded. “Of
Lancaster Chairs?”
    He nodded.
    “Wow! What a
coincidence. I have a job interview with you today.”
    “For what position?”
    “Human Resource
assistant.”
    Carrie moved up
beside Trent. She hadn’t liked the young woman flirting with Trent but since
she might be a future employee, Carrie needed to make an effort. “I’m Carrie,
Trent’s EA.”
    The young woman’s
eyes remained on Trent as she wrinkled her brow. “I thought Grant was your EA.”
    Trent shook his head.
“Grant?”
    “Wow!” She ran her hand
through her shoulder-length blonde hair. “He’s my boyfriend, who received a
call late last night telling him he had the job.”
    “As Trent’s EA?”
Carrie asked.
    Again the sex kitten
ignored her. Instead, she focused on Trent. “This is so embarrassing.”
    Hero to the rescue,
he rubbed the woman’s arm. “Not at all. A little confusing, but I’m sure we’ll
sort it all out. Carrie’s been my EA for two years. But I promoted her to a
different job, so we did interview several young