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CHAPTER SEVEN

JASON POPPED HIS head into Marsie’s office. The intense, focused look he found so fascinating was on her face as she manipulated her mouse and the charts on her screen moved. She looked so smart. She was smart, but when she was staring at her computer like that, her thumbnail resting between her teeth, her reddish blond hair falling in front of her face, and her serious button-down starting to get a wrinkle along her back, she looked like the kind of person who would be smart. Like the kind of person you could ask for advice and she would recite different historical ideas about your question before getting around to her own answers.

The kind of intelligence that wowed. And, if he were being honest, was a little scary.

But a little over a year ago, when the company was moving into the building they were in now, Marsie had come into work early and found him swearing in her office. She’d asked for a bookshelf that was supposed to have been in her office when she’d moved in—but the design company had messed that up, along with a million other things. He’d come in early to put together a temporary bookshelf for her until the one she was supposed to have was off back order. And he’d tried to come in early enough so he wouldn’t disturb her while she was working.

He’d heard she was unpleasant—brisk had been the nicest way someone had put it—and coming in early had not only seemed considerate, but it might also save him from having to deal with her complaints. So when she’d cleared her throat, he’d thought, Oh, shit.

“Thanks for the bookshelf. I don’t want to get in your way, so I’m going to get myself a cup of coffee. Would you like one?”

Her tone had been brisk, maybe even cold. But the offer had been nice, so he’d said yes while wondering where she was going to get it, since the cafeteria downstairs didn’t open for another hour. Amazingly, she’d returned with a cup of coffee for each of them and a sack of warm muffins.