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“You’re the one who ran into me, lady.” He was quite tall and, in a better mood, I probably would have thought he was handsome.

We glared at each other, neither one wanting to be the first to look away. However, as much fun as this was, I had tons of work to finish.

The thing to do was act calm and collected. Ms. Cool. “If you’re here to see the doctor, his office is back there.” I pointed down the hallway.

“Actually, I’m looking for a Phoebe Frame.” The man glanced around. “Maybe you could point me in the right direction and I promise to stay out of your way.”

“Phoebe Frame?” Ooh, this day was improving by leaps and bounds…not. “I’m Phoebe.” I cleared my throat. “And you are…?”

“Jeff Fischer. My friends call me Jeff, but you can call me Mr. Fischer.”

Wonderful. This was the software specialist I would be working with—closely. Young, too good-looking and a delightful attitude. Could things possibly get better?