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in one of the guest chairs. “I didn’t know you like art.”
    â€œI collect pieces as a hobby.” Paige smiled, just slightly, but continued typing. “Not to brag, but I have an extensive collection. Are you a collector also?”
    â€œWell, no.” Reyna leaned back and crossed her legs.
    â€œBut Tyson is. You should see his place. He has art everywhere. Maybe the two of you could compare pieces or visit galleries together.”
    Paige’s fingers ceased their movement, and for the first time, she looked up at her employee.
    Reyna sat in anticipation until Paige scowled at her, then stood, with her fists planted on the desk. “Reyna, I told you to leave that alone. Tyson and I are adults with a long history. If we want a relationship, we know how to establish one without any interference from you.”
    Reyna’s jaw fell.
    â€œFurthermore, you don’t know Tyson as well as you think. If you did, you wouldn’t waste your time trying to fix him up.” Paige sat back down. “I suggest you go to your workstation and focus on the job you’re paid to do and leave my personal business alone.” With that, Paige redirected her attention back to the computer screen.
    Humiliated, Reyna stood and swiftly left while she still had a job, but she wondered just how much history Tyson and Paige shared.
    By lunchtime, as she waited in line at the Chinese buffet, the early morning events were long forgotten. After hours of inspection reports and credit checks, the only thing on Reyna’s mind was chicken chow mein and garlic chicken wings. To get her daily serving of vegetables, she added a spoonful of broccoli to the already loaded plate and approached the cash register.
    â€œSomeone has worked up a big appetite.”
    Reyna paused momentarily to see to whom the bass voice belonged, and almost lost her desire to eat. The six-foot-plus-tall man standing behind her was gorgeous. Normally, she wasn’t attracted to Caucasian men, but this dark-haired, bearded man was built like a bodybuilder and had deep sea–blue eyes. He was dressed in a tailored suit, complete with silver cuff links. His skin wasn’t pale, but olive, like he’d just stepped from a tanning salon.
    â€œExcuse m—me?” she stuttered.
    The man’s smile revealed a straight set of teeth. “I didn’t mean to distract you, but it’s not every day I find a woman who can eat more than me.”
    Reyna’s eyes traveled down to the stranger’s plate, and she blushed. Her plate held double the amount of food in comparison. “I guess I am pretty hungry.” She sobered. “Do I know you?”
    He extended his free hand. “Now you do. My name is Peyton.”
    Reyna took note; he had presented his left hand. The ring finger was bare. After resting her tray on the counter in front of the cash register, Reyna shook his hand. “I’m Reyna.”
    â€œNice to make your acquaintance, Reyna,” he responded while squeezing her hand.
    â€œYou hold up line. You ready to pay for your food, miss?” the Chinese cashier interrupted in broken English.
    Embarrassed, Reyna snatched her hand back and reached inside her purse.
    â€œWe’re together,” Peyton said and handed the cashier a twenty-dollar bill.
    â€œI can’t let you do that,” Reyna protested. “You don’t know me like that.”
    â€œThat’s exactly why I’m treating you to lunch. I want to know you like that.”
    Reyna didn’t know how to respond to his aggressive behavior or to the wink that followed. What she did know was that she wanted to know more about this fine white man with the blue eyes. While Peyton collected his change, she secured a table near the door, just in case he turned out to be crazy. Before she sat down, she checked her clothes. She wasn’t dressed like a hooker today, so Peyton’s interest in her had to be