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“Or you could leave a bag of leftovers on my doorstep?” Her gaze collided with Sam’s.
His eyes locked on her mouth.
Nicky’s hand froze. She grabbed a napkin off the table and wiped her fingers clean.
He cleared his throat. “Nope. No leftovers.”
“It was worth a try,” she whispered. Sam had never been a leftovers kind of guy. It would always be all or nothing with him, and she doubted he was fully prepared for either option.
An hour later Nicky rinsed the last of the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. She sighed as her foot collided with her shoes, tucked up against the edge of the breakfast bar. Dinner had been…nice. Probably too nice.
“Dishes are done, what’s next?” she asked.
Sam turned to face her. Neither the smile on his face or the twinkle in his eye boded well for the rest of the night. Glancing at her shoes, then at the front door, she thought about how fast she could get out of his apartment without looking like she was sprinting away from trouble.
“Oh no, you don’t. You’re not allowed to run away just yet. We still have business to discuss.”
Nicky leaned against the counter. The gleam in Sam’s eyes turned her legs to jelly and sent her pulse skittering all over the place. Business or not, trouble wasn’t far away. “I gave up running away a long time ago,” she said bravely, tilting her chin a smidgen for extra impact.
“Glad to hear it,” he said. “Coffee’s ready.” Lifting a tray off the counter, he headed toward the balcony.
Coffee she could do. Coffee was probably the most sensible thing she’d done all night.
Following behind him, Nicky’s gaze slid along Sam’s shoulders and down his back, appreciating the outline of rippling muscles against a black cotton t-shirt. The heat that met her on the balcony couldn’t compete with the fire building inside her body. She took a deep, calming breath, listening to the low murmur of other voices enjoying the sunset.
Much better. This was safe. Nothing would happen. Nicky sat down in a chair. A gentle breeze ruffled the hem of her skirt, cooling her skin and unclogging her brain.
Sam put the coffee on the table. “Have you made much progress on the missing money?”
Leaning her head against the back of her chair, Nicky watched the stars twinkling overhead, focusing her brain on his question instead of her pounding heart. “My meetings with the finance team have gone well. All of the systems and processes you have in place are still being followed.” The company had been lucky. If it hadn’t been for one of the project managers asking about a product recall, they might never have realized any money was missing until it was too late. Her gaze slipped to their coffee cups.
“And?”
“Hmm?” Sitting forward, she pulled her cup closer. A grin slipped across her face at the star he’d created in the froth.
“Missing money?”
“Oh…Oh!” Giving herself a mental shake, she squinted at her coffee. “Giles had already worked out a timeframe of when the money started to disappear, although smaller amounts could have been stolen before the first big hit.” Picking up a spoon, she scooped creamy cinnamon froth off the top of her coffee, popping it into her mouth. Glancing at Sam, she froze.
Her eyes widened as his gaze followed the spoon sitting in her mouth. She pulled it out, watching a dull blush spread across his cheeks.
Her spoon clattered on the wooden table. “I’ve reviewed the spreadsheets for your major contracts and they’ve all come in on budget. Nothing looks wrong, but I’m still not convinced I’m seeing the true costs.”
Taking a gulp of hot coffee, Nicky tried to concentrate on what she had to tell him. “Patrick’s taking me to The Oasis development next week to show me how he manages the site.”
Sam frowned. “Patrick’s a good man. Just be careful when you’re there. They’ve fitted out most of the apartments, but we’ve still got a
His eyes locked on her mouth.
Nicky’s hand froze. She grabbed a napkin off the table and wiped her fingers clean.
He cleared his throat. “Nope. No leftovers.”
“It was worth a try,” she whispered. Sam had never been a leftovers kind of guy. It would always be all or nothing with him, and she doubted he was fully prepared for either option.
An hour later Nicky rinsed the last of the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. She sighed as her foot collided with her shoes, tucked up against the edge of the breakfast bar. Dinner had been…nice. Probably too nice.
“Dishes are done, what’s next?” she asked.
Sam turned to face her. Neither the smile on his face or the twinkle in his eye boded well for the rest of the night. Glancing at her shoes, then at the front door, she thought about how fast she could get out of his apartment without looking like she was sprinting away from trouble.
“Oh no, you don’t. You’re not allowed to run away just yet. We still have business to discuss.”
Nicky leaned against the counter. The gleam in Sam’s eyes turned her legs to jelly and sent her pulse skittering all over the place. Business or not, trouble wasn’t far away. “I gave up running away a long time ago,” she said bravely, tilting her chin a smidgen for extra impact.
“Glad to hear it,” he said. “Coffee’s ready.” Lifting a tray off the counter, he headed toward the balcony.
Coffee she could do. Coffee was probably the most sensible thing she’d done all night.
Following behind him, Nicky’s gaze slid along Sam’s shoulders and down his back, appreciating the outline of rippling muscles against a black cotton t-shirt. The heat that met her on the balcony couldn’t compete with the fire building inside her body. She took a deep, calming breath, listening to the low murmur of other voices enjoying the sunset.
Much better. This was safe. Nothing would happen. Nicky sat down in a chair. A gentle breeze ruffled the hem of her skirt, cooling her skin and unclogging her brain.
Sam put the coffee on the table. “Have you made much progress on the missing money?”
Leaning her head against the back of her chair, Nicky watched the stars twinkling overhead, focusing her brain on his question instead of her pounding heart. “My meetings with the finance team have gone well. All of the systems and processes you have in place are still being followed.” The company had been lucky. If it hadn’t been for one of the project managers asking about a product recall, they might never have realized any money was missing until it was too late. Her gaze slipped to their coffee cups.
“And?”
“Hmm?” Sitting forward, she pulled her cup closer. A grin slipped across her face at the star he’d created in the froth.
“Missing money?”
“Oh…Oh!” Giving herself a mental shake, she squinted at her coffee. “Giles had already worked out a timeframe of when the money started to disappear, although smaller amounts could have been stolen before the first big hit.” Picking up a spoon, she scooped creamy cinnamon froth off the top of her coffee, popping it into her mouth. Glancing at Sam, she froze.
Her eyes widened as his gaze followed the spoon sitting in her mouth. She pulled it out, watching a dull blush spread across his cheeks.
Her spoon clattered on the wooden table. “I’ve reviewed the spreadsheets for your major contracts and they’ve all come in on budget. Nothing looks wrong, but I’m still not convinced I’m seeing the true costs.”
Taking a gulp of hot coffee, Nicky tried to concentrate on what she had to tell him. “Patrick’s taking me to The Oasis development next week to show me how he manages the site.”
Sam frowned. “Patrick’s a good man. Just be careful when you’re there. They’ve fitted out most of the apartments, but we’ve still got a
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