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think the property is in La Fourche parish."
     
    Robert was stunned. By all evidence, she was probably correct. He couldn't assimilate the mistake they had almost made. He had almost made. He hadn't caught it. Mrs. Argenot hadn't caught it.
     
    But, by God, the zoning commission would catch it. This had probably saved him three lost weeks of red tape and headaches. He looked over at where she had stepped away from his desk and was holding herself so still.
     
    A new facet of her character unfolded before him and hit him between the eyes. A new understanding of her person that he had never bothered to see before.
     
    He cleared his throat. "Good job, Renee. I'm impressed. How did you catch that?"
     
    She was already moving away to the door. "I don't know. I like numbers. They're fun." She opened the door and stopped briefly.
     
    "Fun?" He was dumbfounded.
     
    "They always do what they're supposed to do. They always add up." She paused. "You can always trust numbers."
     
    Robert watched the door close behind her and lowered his forehead to his hands.
     
    ****
     
    Two agonizingly slow days passed while Robert tried his damndest to leave her alone. He began to watch the consistency and detail of her work.
     
    She was good.
     
    He had never given it a thought before. He had been so obsessed with getting her gone and getting her done that her work ethic went unnoticed.
     
    But her standards were high. The detail of her work was impeccable. They had already gone through five people trying to find the right fit. Someone smart. Someone dependable.
     
    She was exactly the kind of secretary he was going to need when Mrs. Argenot retired completely.
     
    Fuck .
     
    Just one step closer to driving him out of his fucking mind.
     
    ****
     
    Renee parked her car in her covered space at the condo and grabbed her bag. She thought the day would never end. That the weekend would never get here. She seriously needed some down time. She ran up the flight of stairs but came to an abrupt halt when she saw the tall, broad figure lounging next to her front door. How had he beat her here? She wasn't aware that he had even left work.
     
    Her steps faltered. "What are you doing here?" She didn't come any closer.
     
    Robert watched her hesitant movements and wanted to get the two of them inside with the door locked before she either bolted entirely or threw a hissy fit on the front steps.
     
    "I'm going to buy you dinner to repay you for the meal you gave me the other day." He surveyed the mutinous expression on her face. "I promise. I have no ulterior motive for being here. You really helped me out by catching the mistake with the La Fourche project. Let me take you out to dinner."
     
    Renee eyed him with apparent skepticism. She was hungry. And so tired she thought she might just give up and hit the couch for a nap before she prepared anything. She made a quick decision. "Okay. Give me a minute."
     
    She pushed over to the front door and unlocked it. She went through to the bedroom and said, "I'll only be a moment."
     
    She noticed he was still dressed in his work clothes, so she didn't bother changing, either. She just brushed her teeth and freshened her lipstick, and brushed her hair out quickly. She wanted to get some food and then get rid of him. She knew she would eventually have to deal with him, but not right now.
     
    She walked back out and saw him sitting on the couch, one booted foot crossed over the other knee. A highly masculine pose if she had ever seen one. He raised one lone eyebrow in question.
     
    "That was quick. I expected to be here for an hour waiting on you."
     
    Renee turned away from him and grabbed her bag off the counter where she had dropped it before. "I told you I would only be a minute. I'm ready." She turned back to see him getting up and moving toward her. She opened the door and stepped out, waiting for him to do the same.
     
    When he moved past her, a frisson of need swept through her body. She