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Again she reprimanded her pounding heart, this time silently. But the rebellious organ just didn’t seem to believe her reimbursement/research reasoning. She took a deep breath and slowly blew it out. She took another one, and managed to get her skeptical heart calmed down.

That was, until she pulled open the door.

Nate stood on the back stoop, looking—wonderful. He had on a black wool dress coat, beige scarf, and tailored black trousers. His shaggy hair was tamed slightly, although wayward locks still fell over his forehead in rebellious waves. His lips were quirked into that crooked half smile that looked both sweet and sexy at the same time.

“Hi,” he said.