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him. There’d have to be a horde of Nazis in reception bearing the Ark of the Covenant before she did Morse code moves again. If he needed help moving around, Lauren could do it. It was bad enough she was going to have to listen to his damn voice and watch him through the studio window for six days, and that didn’t include post-production, but at least she’d be alone then and there’d be no danger of wanting to know him.
    Because that was the real problem. He fascinated her, but in a different way to the stardust he sprinkled on Lauren. He had a kooky sense of humour. He’d fooled them into thinking he had no disability at all and he’d asked for help only grudgingly. That wasn’t how it worked. Not in her experience. How it worked was you got angry and nasty and you lashed out at people who had greater advantages than you did and you blamed the person closest to you.
    There would have to be rules for dealing with a man who busted all those expectations, because he was fearsome and he shook her up.
    “Tell me what you know about Georgia.”
    She should speak, cough, both hard to do when you were holding your breath. What was he up to? And who had the advantage now?
    “She’s new. Not much to know. Keeps to herself.” Lauren lowered her voice. “A bit of a snob. Not exactly up herself, but you know, standoffish.”
    “Shy?”
    Lauren shrugged a suntanned shoulder. “Maybe, but this is not an industry that attracts shy people. She’s kind of dull, you know. She’s a bring leftovers for lunch, go straight home after work kind of person. Boring.”
    The she in question was wishing that imaginary house would fall on her. Didn’t need to be a McMansion, a modest weatherboard would do the same amount of damage as this conversation.
    Damon laughed. “Last time I tried that, I had cat food instead of tuna in my bag.”
    “Oh no, what did you do?”
    He shook his head. “Gullible much.”
    Lauren made an exasperated gasp and Georgia took that as her entry point. “Damon.” She’d be a professional. Do her job. Keep to herself, bring her lunch from home, and she’d get though the next six days.
    He stood. Looked in her direction and smiled. He had very pale, very steady blue eyes and though she knew he could barely see anything arm’s distance from his face, he seemed to look right through her to all the scars and tics, fears and phobias she was made of.
    “Hey, Georgia. Good to see you again.”
    “Why would you say that?” Lauren said, her words firing out in an explosion of disbelief.
    He quarter turned his head towards Lauren, his dimple appearing. “Because it’s a hell of a lot politer than saying good to smell you again.”
    “You kill me,” Lauren said.
    Oh God, why didn’t he kill Lauren, slay her with his lazy wit, because then they’d take him away and the app developer could hire someone else to do the job. But that was about as likely as death by falling house.
    “Though Georgia does smell particularly good.”
    Lauren laughed. Georgia blushed hot, but at least he’d never have the satisfaction of seeing it. “We’re in Studio B again. Would you like some help to get there?” Lauren was already standing.
    “Nope. If you walk in front of me and don’t lead me over any open trapdoors, I’ll be fine.”
    Hmm, what she’d give for a trapdoor. She turned her back to him and went to the outer door of Studio B, holding it open so he could come through. He put one hand to the doorjamb, then trailed it along the corridor wall.
    “Are you mad with me, Georgia Fairweather?”
    She was furious with him because he made her feel things she didn’t want to feel. “Why would I be mad with you?”
    “I think it’s because I’m breathing.”
    She let the door go and it bumped against Damon’s shoulder. He stepped forward and it shut behind him, closing them in the narrow corridor to the control room.
    She’d just closed a door on him . “Of course I’m not mad with you.” She walked