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wing by next week at the latest."
    When he left the meeting, he found that he couldn't get her out of his head. He remembered her name had been Heidi, and he remembered green eyes that seemed both frightened and defiant. With skin as fair as snow, he wondered if she had burned when she stepped out into the intense Athenian sunlight. He wondered if she freckled, and when he started thinking about where those freckles might be, he had to pull himself back.
    When he finished up with his meetings, he realized that it was barely past two. If he made it over to the research center, he'd be able to meet up with her and let her know about her new position. It would be good to see how the shy young woman was doing.
    The research center of LaMer Enterprises was housed in a small building across the company's quad. While the main building was ultramodern, the other buildings were older, some of them much older. Jaque had built with modernity and tradition mixed in mind, and so the research building was a thoroughly modern building in the shell of a building some two hundred years old.
    When he got through security and figured out where Heidi's office was, he made his way up a wide marble staircase up to a small room on the third floor. There was something almost subterranean about the long hallway, something cool about the marble floor and arched ceilings. He found her door at the end of the hall, pausing for a moment before he knocked.
    When he had first laid eyes on her, there was something in him that wanted to protect her. He wasn't sure what it was, whether he felt brotherly or simply amused by a young woman so out of her element, but he had wanted to make sure that she got her feet underneath her.
    Of course, all of that had gone out of the window the moment they got back to Greece, where he had found a very enthusiastic Enola waiting for him. That had been an affair to remember, but then he realized that the model from Italy had already surprisingly faded in his memory.
    Well, I left her with Marisol, who wouldn't have abandoned the poor girl alone in a strange city, he consoled himself.
    He decided abruptly to make it up to her. After all, she probably hadn't spent the last two months shivering in fear at her new city, creeping from house to work and back again.
    At least, he hoped that she hadn't.
    He was just raising his hand to knock again when the door opened, and the girl he had just been worrying about opened the door.
    The girl he had met in May had been a shy thing, her shoulders hunched in and her green eyes staring at the ground. This girl looked up at him, unafraid and curious.
    "Jaque?" she said in surprise, and even the way she said his name was more confident and sure of herself.
    "Heidi," he said, finally recovering. "You remember me."
    Her laugh was softly musical. "It's a pretty poor policy to forget the person who signs my paychecks," she said. "I didn't expect to see you here in the research wing. What can I do to help you?"
    He had thought that they would sit and converse in her office, but abruptly, he decided on a different course of action.
    "I have some things to run by you, but I thought you might enjoy it if we did it outdoors. It's a beautiful day, and there's this café down by the water …"
    "Angelo's?" she asked perking up, and he laughed at himself a little inwardly.
    "Yes, Angelo's," he said. "Come on, my treat, and I think you'll like the news I have for you."
    "Sure, just let me get my purse."
    She turned into her office, and now Jaque had time to properly admire how his little American had bloomed.
    Instead of the plain slacks and blouses he had seen her in, she wore a floral dress with a wide skirt that flowed with her body, showing off her round hips and her long legs. Over that was a dark gray light cardigan that made her green eyes as vivid as the ocean. Her skin had darkened, giving her red hair an unexpected luster, and in just about every way, she was a woman to turn heads.
    What a