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what I meant.”
    Alexia stepped back further, moving toward the door. She didn’t want him to see her like this. Didn’t want him to know that he’d hurt her. He wasn’t even worth one tear. She should have known what kind of man he was. He hadn’t changed one bit.
    “Happy Birthday, Shawn. Enjoy your night.” She turned to leave.
    He managed to touch her on the shoulder, but she shrugged him off. Her legs couldn’t move fast enough without running. She didn’t even look behind her to see if he followed.
    “Ms. Reilly,” the woman called from the desk. “Gone so soon?”
    Alexia said nothing, as she swallowed back her anguish.
    Her mother had warned her…
    ***
    Shawn watched as the elevator door slid closed with Alexia in it. He shut his eyes briefly, and his heart felt as though it dropped into his belly.
    His brain worked overtime trying to rehash what it was he said that would make her lash out. He’d made a bet with Ryan, but how did that make her mad?
    Ryan’s comment about how he had Alexia’s business in the bag was trifling, but there was no truth in that. Sure, he wanted her business. He had a genuine interest in helping her. He wasn’t out to use her to make money off her. What was so wrong in wanting to have a loving, steady relationship with her?
    “Are you okay, Shawn?” One of his colleagues asked as he walked passed.
    “Ah, yeah,” Shawn muttered. He turned around and headed back toward his office.
    Damn it. He’d messed up big time. How would he ever convince her now that he was a changed man?
    He picked up the gift bag that she had left on his desk, looking inside. Pulling his cell phone from his pants pocket, he walked over to sit in the chair near the conference table in his office. After dialing her number and waiting for several rings, his call was sent to voicemail.
    Shawn breathed out a sigh of hopelessness. And just like that, she’d rejected him.

Chapter Eight
    This was too much. How was she ever going to forget about Shawn if he kept calling her? Why couldn’t she easily forget the way she felt in his arms when he held her or how she felt like the most special woman in the world when he kissed her? How could she still think about him after discovering that she was nothing more than a potential raise to his paycheck?
    Alexia’s gripped the edges of the work table, squeezed her eyelids tightly together, and took a few deep breaths in and out.
    “Alex, are you okay?” Jimmy, the delivery truck driver, ask from behind.
    “Yeah,” she said, pulling herself together and turned around.
    “You don’t seem okay.”
    Jimmy had been regularly delivered parts to the shop on a weekly basis for the past couple years, so there was no doubt that he could sense her bad mood.
    “It’s been a rough week.” It wasn’t far from the truth.
    He leaned against the hood of a pick-up truck. “You should be floating on air. What are you still doing working in the shop? I hear you just leased a nice spot where the corporate offices of your new company would be located.”
    “The new technician starts next week. I wanted to make sure these guys had adequate coverage before I actually called it quits.”
    The reality was, she was actually hesitant about moving into her new office, and moving onto something where the unknowns were extremely high. She was Alex, the mechanic, who just so happened to have had the determination to earn Ph. D. in Law. Yet, she nearly let a womanizer take her heart and run with it.
    “Understood.”
    Alexia attempted to rid her mind of Shawn. “While we’re on the subject, I won’t be around the next time you deliver.”
    “That’ll be a bummer.” Jimmy pushed off of the truck. “Is this an attempt to dodge my requests to take you out?”
    Off and on for the past year, Jimmy had hinted many times that he found her attractive. “We’re friends, Jimmy. You know that.”
    “You’ve been saying that for months.” He held his palms out as a gesture of his