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told you that?”
    “What happened?”
    She waved a hand. “It doesn’t matter now. It’s in the past.”
    He squeezed her hand, his face serious. “Tell me.”
    She looked down at their intertwined hands. “He came on to me that first day I visited you in the office. He said that you guys shared everything.”
    “Damn. Why didn’t you tell me?”
    “Would you have believed me?”
    He rubbed his chin. “Probably not. I’ve known Zeke for years. We’ve never competed for a woman. We have different tastes.”
    “Doesn’t matter now.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “For what?”
    “That he did that to you.”
    She shrugged. It really didn’t matter anymore. She wondered what Zeke would think if he knew she and Dirk might be a real couple again. What did she think about it? It all seemed so right.
    Not easy the way Justin had been, but right. That scared her. Why was she choosing Dirk over Justin? He’d walked out, but she hadn’t stopped him. Maybe, deep in her heart, she knew that Dirk was the one. No substitute would do.
    “It’s not your fault, Dirk.”
    “If I hadn’t insisted that you dress a certain way.”
    “That’s not right. I was playing a part. Besides, if a man is going to do that, it doesn’t matter what the woman is wearing.”
    “Well, I’m sorry that I tried to change you.”
    “Dirk, I was playing a role. If you’d shown up with me and how I dress normally, that would have raised suspicions.”
    She forgave him for being controlling. She was just going to push back more now if they were to be together. Changing for a man was never good. Never right.
    “You are wonderful, Riley. Whether you are in jeans or a sexy dress. I’m going to take you places where you might have to wear that sexy dress.”
    “As long as I can watch my movies in my sweats.”
    “Agreed.”
    Her phone rang. She jumped. Same number. “Damn.”
    “What’s wrong?”
    “This number. Someone keeps calling me and no one is there when I answer.”
    “That’s creepy. How long has it been going on?”
    “A few days now. Maybe it’ll stop once news of Zeke’s firing gets out.”
    “No, Riley. I don’t want to chance that you are in danger. Come back to the penthouse.”
    She bit her lips. It was tempting. She always felt safe there, and these calls had gotten under her skin. “I don’t know.”
    “Then I’m moving in here. You choose.”
    She looked around. Dirk was larger than life, and he’d be cramped in her place. They’d both be cramped.
    “No, I’ll move back in with you.”
    ***
    “Let’s get you packed when dinner’s done,” Dirk said.
    He was excited that she was coming back to him. He couldn’t screw this up this time. Riley was too important to him.
    “Okay. I feel as if I’ve lived out of a suitcase more in the last few weeks than I have in my entire life.”
    “I can have a driver take you to work.”
    She blinked. “You really think that’s necessary? They’re just phone calls.”
    “And someone ran you off the road recently. I’m not taking any chances. If I could lock you away in my penthouse I would, but I think you’d hate me for that.”
    “I would.”
    “Then please at least let me hire you a driver. He’ll be a bodyguard.”
    “How will I explain that at work?”
    “We’ll think of something. Now finish eating. The sooner I get you back to my place the happier I’ll be.”
    She laughed. “I’m done. Let’s clean up.”
    She had a point, but he wanted her home. Right now. He made quick work of the dishes while she went to pack. He made come phone calls. He wanted everything to be right.
    He’d been tired when he entered her apartment, but now he was energized. Riley would be back. Hopefully in his bed. She returned to him with two suitcases. “That was quick.”
    “I’m getting good at this.”
    “Here’s my question. Do you want your own room?”
    She cocked her head. “Is that an option?”
    “Whatever you want, you can have. I’m doing this properly