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“You!” they both said. “What are you doing here at Chatam House?”

Dale grinned. “I work here.”

At the same time, Petra said, “I live here. My aunts invited me to stay until the hotel is finished.”

“You’re a Chatam!” Dale declared.

“Petra Chatam,” she confirmed, comprehension dawning in her warm amber eyes.

“I should’ve known.” He reached out to tap the delicate cleft in her dainty chin, but at the last moment, stopped himself. “That and the eyes. Though, yours are darker, which is odd because your hair is so…” Beautiful, he thought.

“It’s good of you to inspect the job that your crew is doing on the new suite.”

“Uh, I am the crew,” he informed her.

She blinked at that, and he could almost see himself coming down in her estimation, from partner and project manager to lowly carpenter. Uncharacteristically, his temper spiked. He was proud of what he did.

But he didn’t kid himself that he lived on the same plain as Garth Anderton. Or the Chatams.

But he was shocked to find that it suddenly mattered....