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a use for the forty-five minutes we’ll save by not commuting.” He pointed down at the floor plan. “I’ve added an extra door to your office so you’ll have direct access to that room. We both will.”
    Direct and
private
access. As long as her office door was closed, no one would ever know if she was sitting behind her desk or . . . Josie started to laugh.
    “I added a shower and a jacuzzi to your bathroom, and replaced the single sink with a double,” he said. “I’ve also made allowances for closets. If we’re going to stay overnight, we’re going to want something to change into.”
    Josie nodded, still looking down at the blueprint. “How soon can you get the work started?” she asked.
    “It’s okay?”
    She met his eyes. “It’s fabulous,” she said. “I’m going to love having you around all day. I can’t believe you thought of this.”
    Cooper smiled. “Well, you know what they say, babe. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” His gaze softened. “And when it comes to you, I’ve got one hell of a lot of will.”
     
    Josie woke up alone in the big master bedroom of the Connecticut house. From the looks of the sun slanting in through the windows, it was late afternoon. She’d gone and slept away the entire day.
    She stretched, luxuriating in the knowledge that all the work on her desk was over an hour’s drive away. Even if she rushed, she couldn’t get into the office until dark. As long as she was playing hooky, she might as well make a full day of it and not plan to go in until tomorrow morning.
    And it wasn’t as if she hadn’t accomplished quite a bit today, she thought with a smile. David Chase had been very pleased when she called and asked him to tell the Fenderson people to send over the contract. In fact, he’d been so pleased that he hadn’t even minded when she told him that his office was going to be moved. Of course, she hadn’t quite told him
why.
    Cooper, with his flashy, quirky, eccentric style drove staid, conservative David straight up the wall. Having Cooper around all day, every day, was going to be difficult for David. Nevertheless, Josie wanted to tell her vice president the news in person, break it to him gently, so to speak.
    She, however, was looking forward to Cooper being only a short walk down the hall from her.
    Up until a year and a half ago, when she made the decision to move her offices from the Village to midtown, she and Cooper had still met every day for lunch. She missed that badly, and she suspected he did, too. She missed the wonderful breath of fresh air he had provided for her in the middle of the day. He had given her a healthy dose of insanity and laughter in an otherwise too sane and serious world.
    As if he somehow knew she had been thinking about him, Cooper pushed open the door to the bedroom and peeked in. He smiled when he saw her looking at him, and came into the room, bringing the aromatic smell of fresh tomato sauce with him.
    His jeans fit his long, muscular legs comfortably, and she reached out and touched the soft, faded denim as he sat next to her on the bed.
    “Dream anything good?” he asked, leaning forward to kiss her lightly.
    Josie thought for a moment, trying to remember. Finally she shook her head. “Nothing my subconscious saw fit to keep in my memory,” she said. “What time is it? When did you get up?”
    “Four-thirty,” he said, climbing under the covers with her, “and about an hour ago. I made some phone calls, started dinner . . .”
    “I could tell,” she said, snuggling up against him. “It smells great.”
    She was naked and he was fully clothed, and as his hands swept up and down her body, she suspected that that was going to change very soon.
    He was wearing a white T-shirt with the logo for the local Y on the front and—
    Josie sat up, startling Cooper. “Your basketball game,” she said, slapping her forehead. “You have a basketball game. Oh, Lord, I forgot all about it!”
    Cooper