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men yesterday, and if your
boyfriend Grant got a call from Coco, then he got the job.”
    An inferno raged
inside Carrie’s head. This was their company, not Coco’s! “Why did you let her choose your EA?”
    “Because they
impressed me equally, so I left it up to Coco.” He pointed to the road. “And
there’s Sam.” He gave Angela his charm smile again. “Pleasure to meet you…Angel,
and I look forward to our interview.”
    She glowed. “Me,
too.”
    Trent hurried Carrie
to the limo. Once they were both inside, she snapped at him. “Her name is
Angela, not Angel.”
    He shrugged. “She
didn’t seem to mind?”
    Was he purposely
being dense? “Why would she mind when Mr. GQ Handsome alludes she’s
God’s gift to man? I wouldn’t mind, and my name isn’t even close to Angel.”
    Gathering her into
his arms, he kissed her temple. “My sweet angel, I don’t want a fight every
time you hear mention of my new EA. I purposely asked for a male, so you
wouldn’t be jealous. Jealousy has been a major cause of fights in my prior
relationships. I don’t want it to be ours.”
    She took a deep
breath and calmed herself, cuddling against him. “Sorry. I’m feeling defensive
because she’s the ‘type’ you’ve always gone for.”
    “You think so?”
    “Tall, thin,
beautiful blondes? Yeah.”
    He kissed her temple.
“Recently, I’ve dated quite a few short, adorable, cute brunettes, but their
inability to become you doomed each relationship.”
    She laughed and shook
her head. He’d say anything to get himself out of trouble.
    “Sam, back me up
here. You remember the young woman I went out with while Carrie was in Taiwan,
right?”
    Sam glanced at him
through the rearview mirror. “Very well. She and I dated for a couple of weeks
after you so rudely ended your evening, leaving me to take her home.”
    Trent blinked several
times. “You what?”
    “I took her home like
you told me too.”
    “And what else?”
    “A gentleman’s driver
never tells.”
    Trent’s body radiated
anger like a nuclear plant ready to blow. Carrie rubbed his chest softly to
sooth him. “Does it matter?”
    He sighed heavily.
“I’ll let this slide if you promise not to dislike your replacement on sight?”
    “Deal.” She already
disliked him. She didn’t need visual confirmation.
    Honestly, Carrie
wanted to cancel today and go home. Given her current mood, she had no hope
she’d get through it without yelling at someone. Nor was it just her. Sam who
was normally the epitome of a proper driver had behaved most provocatively this
morning. First, he scolded Trent for making out in the train, then he ran off without
them, and now he tells Trent they’d shared a past date. His actions made no
sense. Trent had given him the night off to see his girlfriend, which should
have made him happy, unless—
    “Did you and Dawn
have a fight last night?”
    Sam’s eyes narrowed
as he glared at her through the rearview mirror.
    She took that as a
yes. “Would you like me to talk to her?”
    “You are the last
person I want talking to her.”
    “Sam,” Trent growled.
    “Sorry, sir.” He flipped
a lever on his dashboard and the privacy window rose, cutting off any further
communication.
    Trent’s fist clenched
and his face turned fire engine red. He radiated such intensity; she feared he
might break through the privacy window and rip his driver limb from limb.
    Carrie rubbed his
chest, hoping to calm him. “He didn’t insult me. To be honest, it was
presumptuous of me to assume I could help. I’ve only met Dawn once.”
    His eyes rounded. “When
did you meet Dawn?”
    “At Sam’s…favorite
bar.” She didn’t think Trent, in his current mood, should learn his driver
owned a bar.
    “How would you know
about Sam’s bar?”
    Crap! This
conversation could head south fast. “It’s where I went the first time you fired
me.”
    He raised a brow in
challenge. “You just happened to wander into Sam’s bar.”
    She shrugged