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palpitating.
    “No, just a statement of fact,” she said, hoping she sounded casual. She had to be going crazy. Why was she reacting this way? Why, why, why? She’d spent the last six years avoiding him, for God’s sake!
    He furrowed his brows, but mirth remained in his eyes. “Insane, eh? I was hoping for genius, quirky, fun, full of life, gorgeous, anything but insane. Guess I’d better work on it.”
    “Well, don’t take my word on that. What do I know?” The conversation was getting too weird. If she didn’t know better, she would think he was flirting. “Now, back to business. You go ahead, check out the game show. In the meantime, I’ll do some research into the competition’s names and see what I can come up with. We’d better start writing some things down.” She pulled out a notebook. “Let’s see. Target Market: Singles, ages twenty-one to forty.”
    She could feel him nearing, even though she was staring at the faint blue lines on the paper in front of her. Waves of electricity pulsed between them, sending heat to her skin and goose bumps down her arms again. The back of her neck prickled. Hot and cold. Was she getting sick? Probably the flu.
    “Adventurous, active, fun-loving, seeking friendship or romance…”
    She stopped writing. Was he still talking about their business plan?
    “Why did you stop?” he asked from behind her. Smooth, chocolaty warmth emanated from him, seeping into the pores on the back of her neck and shoulders.
    She better be getting sick.
    “Sorry.” She scribbled what he’d said and waited for more, grateful for the momentary silence. Her brain was on overload and she feared anything he said would end up jumbled beyond recognition. She rested a cool palm against her forehead and closed her eyes, willing her mind to clear.
    A moment later, when the blood had returned to her brain, and she’d wrangled her reactive nerve endings into submission, she said, “Let’s back up. What’s our Vision?”
    “Hmmm. Good question.” He rested a hand on her shoulder, sending those damn nerves into instant frenzy again. “I’d say it’s to provide our clients with a unique and highly personal, oh—and successful service.” There went the other hand on her other shoulder! Double damn! “So many dating services take your picture, film a video, or have you fill out a questionnaire then take your money and forget about you. I say we should take a more personable approach, follow up after dates, and of course, offer high quality applicants, based on sex, age…”
    She shifted forward in her chair, knowing if he didn’t get away from her right now, she’d go absolutely nuts. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. What had he said? She skimmed her notes, registering only one word: sex.
    He stepped away, fetched his chair and dragged it across the carpeted floor. He planted it next to hers and flopped into it, hanging over her back to read what she’d written. He was toying with her, he had to be. Her tongue felt swollen, and tiny droplets of sweat collected on her upper lip.
    “Is there something wrong?” he asked after a few minutes.
    “No. Nothing. I think I’m getting sick or something, so you might want to back up a bit.”
    “Sick, eh? That’s too bad.” He didn’t sound sympathetic, and he didn’t back away.
    She glanced at her watch. “Oh, look. It’s five o’clock. Time to go, bye.” She slammed her notebook shut and stood.
    “You’re leaving early? I didn’t think you ever did that. In fact, just this morning, I heard your old boss telling Duncan what a hard worker you are. How would it look if he saw you skating outta here at this hour now? Anyway, I was thinking we should grab some dinner on the company’s tab, keep working. We have a lot to do and only nine more days to finish. One week from Friday’s the day, Fate.”
    “How could I forget?” She sunk into her chair. He was right, even if he was manipulating her with that jab about Duncan. There was no