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than his employee….
    â€œHave you finished your shopping?” she asked idly, making small talk with Joe since he seemed determined to hang around.
    â€œI haven’t started. I have good intentions every year, you know, like I’ll get a head start on finding the perfect gifts for my nieces and nephews, but they never work out. Usually panic sets in Christmas Eve and I tear around the stores like mad and buy everything in sight. Last year I forgot wrapping paper. My mother saved the day.”
    â€œI doubt it’d do any good to suggest you get organized.”
    â€œI haven’t got the time.”
    â€œWhat are you doing right now? Write out your list, stick to it and make the time to go shopping.”
    â€œMy darling Cait, is this an invitation for me to join you tomorrow?”
    â€œUh…” Cait hadn’t intended it to be, but she supposed she couldn’t object as long as he behaved himself. “You’re welcome on one condition.”
    â€œName it.”
    â€œNo jokes, no stunts like you pulled today and absolutely no teasing. If you announce to even one person that we’re married, I’m walking away from you and that’s a promise.”
    â€œYou’ve got it.” He raised his hand, then ceremoniously crossed his heart.
    â€œLick your fingertips first,” Cait demanded. The instant the words were out of her mouth, she realized how ridiculous she sounded, as if they were eight and ten all over again. “Forget I said that.”
    His eyes were twinkling as he stood to bring his plate to the sink. “I swear it’s a shame you’re so in love with Paul,” he told her. “If I’m not careful, I could fall for you myself.” With that, he kissed her on the cheek and let himself out the door.
    Pressing her fingers to her cheek, Cait drew in a deep, shuddering breath and held it until she heard the door close. Then and only then did it seep out in ragged bursts, as if she’d forgotten how to breathe normally.
    â€œOh, Joe,” she whispered. The last thing she wanted was for Joe to fall in love with her. Not that he wasn’t handsome and sweet and wonderful. He was. He always had been. He just wasn’t for her. Their personalities were poles apart. Joe was unpredictable, always doing the unexpected, whereas Cait’s life ran like clockwork.
    She liked Joe. She almost wished she didn’t, but she couldn’t help herself. However, a steady diet of his pranks would soon drive her into the nearest asylum.
    Standing, Cait closed the pizza box and tucked the uneaten portion onto the top shelf of her refrigerator. She was putting the dirty plates in her dishwasher when the phone rang. She quickly washed her hands and reached for it.
    â€œHello.”
    â€œCait, it’s Paul.”
    Cait was so startled that the receiver slipped out of her hand. Grabbing for it, she nearly stumbled over the open dishwasher door, knocking her shin against the sharp edge. She yelped and swallowed a cry as she jerked the dangling phone cord toward her.
    â€œSorry, sorry,” she cried, once she’d rescued the telephone receiver. “Paul? Are you still there?”
    â€œYes, I’m here. Is this a bad time? I could call back laterif this is inconvenient. You don’t have company, do you? I wouldn’t want to interrupt a party or anything.”
    â€œOh, no, now is perfect. I didn’t realize you had my home number…but obviously you do. After all, we’ve been working together for nearly a year now.” Eleven months and four days, not that she was counting or anything. “Naturally my number would be in the Human Resources file.”
    He hesitated and Cait bent over to rub her shin where it had collided with the dishwasher door. She was sure to have an ugly bruise, but a bruised leg was a small price to pay. Paul had phoned her!
    â€œThe reason I’m calling…”
    â€œYes,