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remain a memory. Because, oh, no, she was not talking to him about it.
    He hadn’t said anything. Hadn’t given one hint they’d spent part of last night in each other’s arms. Surely if it meant anything to him, he would have said something.
    “Stop it,” she said aloud.
    “Ma’am?” a voice asked.
    She turned to see she’d startled a man and his young son sharing the elevator with her.
    She pulled on a smile. “Sorry. Internal argument.”
    The man nodded, but seemed relieved to get off on the next floor. The two of them gave her odd looks as they exited.
    Grace groaned. She squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them and rehit the button for her floor. Regardless of the attraction she had for him, both subliminal and overt, she needed to shut it down. On every level—be it prisoner, victim or her boss—JD was off-limits.
    And if the seventy-thousand-dollar watch was any indicator, he was out of her league, as well.
    Her savings, the life insurance and what Dad left her put her in good shape financially. Enough so she didn’t have to rush into a new job. She could take her time, really weigh her options and choose the right position for her. But she was nowhere near millionaire status.
    How much money did you have to have to feel comfortable dropping nearly a hundred thousand on a watch? Lots. And lots.
    More than a military brat was accustomed to.
    She let herself into the room and found JD still sleeping in his bed. Or was it her bed?
    Oh, no. She was
not
going down that tract again. Especially not with him stretched out right across the way.
    She gave serious thought to waking him so they could go shopping, getting them both out of the room altogether. But he needed to heal, and the rest did him good in that regard.
    Next came the idea of taking off and doing the shopping without him. He shouldn’t care. Men rarely cared about missing a shopping spree. Except he would care. He wanted control of his life, which for JD, came down to picking out his own pair of jeans, and whatever else he decided he needed.
    She wasn’t so desperate to dodge her thoughts that she’d deny him his first steps of independence.
    Feeling righteous, she stretched out on her bed and closed her eyes. But they didn’t stay closed. She wasn’t sleepy, and she wasn’t usually the type to nap. Which meant she lay there, staring at the long lean length of JD sprawled in the bed across from her. And he looked good, causing her to have totally inappropriate, lascivious thoughts about her boss.
    Unable to take it, she flipped over. Better to stare at the wall. Except she could still smell him. There was no escaping the yummy scent of soap and man.
    Sheesh, she was in so much trouble.
    Giving up, she swung her feet to the floor. Grabbing shorts and a T-shirt out of her duffel, she stepped into the bathroom and quickly changed. After updating her note, she headed out the door again.
    Maybe she could pound him out of her head in the gym.

CHAPTER FIVE
    “Y OU WERE SLEEPING . I had calls to make and I didn’t want to disturb you.” She paused to look at a window display of boots. “I left you a note.”
    He’d seen it. A few words jotted on a hotel notepad stating she’d gone to the lobby, and then that had been crossed off and the word
gym
added. Envy caused his shoulders to tense for a moment. His restlessness told him he led a more physical life, if not manual labor, then he had the use of a gym. He would have joined her when he saw the note, except he had enough smarts to know his head couldn’t take the physical exertion right now.
    Not that he’d admit that out loud and give Grace any leverage.
    Maybe that’s what had him in a foul mood. He’d hired her, yet she was still calling the shots. Maybe his ego stung. Yet the explanation didn’t fit. His ego may have taken a hit, but his intelligence recognized the reasoning. And accepted Grace had no control over the timing or the fact her friend was out of state.
    It was the