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appreciate the fact that you didn’t talk to the press about Trevor.”
    So this was just more insurance that she would be discreet. She tried not to sound insulted, but she couldn’t keep her feelings out of her voice. “I would never discuss a client with the press.”
    “Hey, I didn’t mean to imply you would.” He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “But it’s happened before. Not in this building,” he added. “That’s why Trevor is supposed to go through my assistant when he needs something.”
    She gave him a sideways look as she mentally berated herself. He hadn’t come to her office because of her fascinating personality.
    He shifted in his chair and the dimple vanished. “By the way, my assistant wouldn’t have made that call, either.”
    So his brother was a total sleazebag. Which made her wonder about Luke, who had endless opportunities for sexual partners. She needed to keep that in mind, especially given that her few, brief romantic relationships didn’t exactly qualify her as experienced in that department.
    She pressed her folded hands hard onto her desk. “You don’t need to thank me for doing my job.”
    She expected him to give her another well-rehearsed smile, unfold that gorgeously muscled body from the chair, and depart.
    Instead, he crossed his long legs at the ankle. “I guess you get some strange requests.”
    Seduced into honesty, she snorted. “You have no idea.”
    His chuckle came from low in his throat. “Too bad your concierge code won’t let you tell me about them.”
    She pressed her lips together and shook her head. She couldn’t speak because his laugh was still vibrating through her like a hot, sexy riff on a flamenco guitar.
    “You know, I liked your note. Not too many folks take pen to paper these days.” He rose from the chair in one swift, fluid motion. The full impact of his height still startled her. How did a human being that large move with such speed and precision?
    “I have to get to practice,” he said. He tucked his hands into his jeans pockets. “I’ll see you after the game.” He gave her a wink and was out of her office in a single stride.
    Miranda slumped back in her chair and considered fanning herself. It was impossible not to respond to Luke Archer’s magnetism. He exuded alpha maleness from the very tall top of his blond head, down over those chair-spanning shoulders, through his washboard abs, and along the hard, curved muscles of his thighs to the big feet encased in high-tech running shoes. And that damned dimple. A man with ice blue eyes should not have a dimple. The contrast made him far too fascinating, like a contradiction that needed to be resolved.
    Not to mention his comment about kids. Miranda rolled her eyes at herself for falling under his spell. It had sounded sincere, but it had to be canned. No one who had been as famous as Luke Archer for as long as he had could still be surprised by a kid’s reaction.
    Well, at least, he had taken her mind off Orin for a few minutes so she could get her temper under control.
    She glanced at her watch. Her boss should be in by now. She would go beard the lion in his den.

    Miranda struggled to be diplomatic as she sat in front of Orin’s desk. “I’m concerned about the mix-up in Mrs. Anglethorpe’s roses. The peach roses got switched to white ones. Fortunately, I caught the problem before they were delivered.”
    Her boss swiveled away from his computer screen. He laid his hands on his desk and fixed a cold gaze on her. “So I will credit your alertness for catching the mistake. Well done.” There was nothing complimentary in his tone.
    “Someone from our service called Richmond Florals and requested the change.” She wasn’t about to accuse Orin of placing the call, no matter what Joe said. “I’m sure they meant to change a different order. However, the mistake would have made both of the Anglethorpes unhappy and ruined the birthday celebration.”
    Orin’s jaw went