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trees.”
    He laughed, perching on the edge of her desk. “I can’t wait to see them. You only wear them after Thanksgiving, right?”
    Her eyes popped open.
    He grinned, tapping her temple lightly. “Everything in its place. And don’t worry, it’s nowhere near as embarrassing as what I wear.”
    “Leopard-print bikinis?”
    He laughed and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “I don’t wear anything.”
    When he pulled back, she said, “Maybe I don’t have to worry about pajamas.”
    “Maybe not.”
    They smiled at each other until one of her coworkers passed her desk.
    He pulled back. “Should we go somewhere for dinner to celebrate our first night sleeping together?”
    “I thought dinner at home might be nice.”
    “That does sound nice. And then we can model our pajamas for each other afterward.”
    He stroked her hand, then stood up. “I’d better get back to work so I can actually make it home for dinner and the show.”
    He didn’t kiss her. Too many people walking around her communal desk.
    He stopped before he got too far away and turned around. “How come you can wear Halloween pajamas still? It’s November.”
    Oh, he knew Justine. He knew she was the kind of person who took her Halloween decorations down the day after Halloween. Put her Christmas decorations up the day after Thanksgiving.
    She said, “I can’t. But it’s better than the neon leaves so I was making an exception. They’re pumpkins, I thought it would be okay.”
    “What about Thanksgiving pajamas?”
    She ducked her head. “They’re turkeys. Carrying axes.”
    He laughed until she looked up at him. “Now those, I’d like to see.”
    “Next weekend.”
    “I’m going to have to see the whole collection.”
    She nodded, trying not to smile. Trying not to be embarrassed.
    He left, still smiling. Still thinking that he knew Justine and he didn’t. She could surprise him with her silliness. But it was ordered silliness.
    He liked it. He liked her.
    Maybe this was really it.
    He thought, two months’ salary? Who came up with that rule?

    Friday morning, Delia entered Jack’s office. Late, of course, but not later than her normal, and she pulled on her booties carefully. She studied the ceiling, making sure she wasn’t getting lost.
    The blue sky was tinted. Pink, yellow, orange, red. East to west, the breaking dawn, the setting sun.
    Now would come the detail, the clouds and the angels. And the shadows.
    And then they’d have to move his desk and she’d have to do the other side of the room.
    She grabbed one end of the scaffolding and Jack said, “Are you going to ask me to help?”
    She shook her head and he pushed his chair back. He walked slowly towards her and her stomach flipped and flopped. She watched him and mentally sketched his nose, wondering why some people were considered beautiful. There were all sorts of theories, usually relying on proportions, but she didn’t believe any of them.
    Songs weren’t favorites until you’d heard them a few times. And if you liked it the very first time it was because you heard something in it that you liked already.
    Love was based on familiarity, beauty was based on familiarity.
    Delia knew why his eyes were beautiful. They looked like a pool of melted milk chocolate and what woman could resist chocolate?
    They got it positioned just right and she climbed the ladder to the scaffolding, saying, “Is Gus going to come crashing in today?”
    “Most likely. She drove in with me this morning and I expect she will make her presence known.”
    “Eighteen-year-old girls are pretty good at that.”
    “Eighteen-year-old girls are good at making all their wishes known. She told me she couldn’t start work on a Friday.”
    Delia snorted. “Well, sure. It’s like starting a diet. You can’t do it at the end of the week.”
    “But once I pointed out that she had no money for gas, she somehow persevered.”
    Delia closed her eyes, fighting her smile. She had to remember to be