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He lingered over her mouth, biting gently at her lower lip to see if he could make her squirm. He could always make her squirm. Jamie held him close and kissed him back with equal want.
    Finally, he drew back and straightened up, looking down at her still sprawled on his desk with an expression that said he would have very gladly foregone work to make that fantasy set in her office a reality, but he knew as well as she did that they had other things they had to get done. Jamie sat up and started pulling her clothing back together.
    “Watching you put your clothes back on is a tragedy,” Alex observed as she buttoned her shirt up.
    “You’ll get to watch me take them off again tonight,” Jamie answered.
    “Is that a promise?”
    “Promise,” she said, stretching up on her toes to kiss him one last time. “Feeling better?” she asked as she pulled back.
    “You always know just what to do,” Alex said, and there was laughter in his voice, even if it was a little tired.
    “Good,” Jaime said, and she went to get back to work.
     
     
     

Chapter 5
     
    Mark stood looking out over the golf course, cataloging potential improvements that needed to be made before PGA officials stopped at Little Lake. It was a good course. It just needed a little something extra. Something that would make it completely unique, and would keep people coming back.
    They would need to regrade some of the slopes. Make them a little bit steeper. He wondered if they should consider expanding the sand trap, or if that would just make the players angry. Probably not if the players were pros, but it wasn’t only pros who were going to be playing at the club, and they’d definitely made him angry before he’d had some help from Erica. Of course, everyone who came to the club technically had access to lessons from Erica for the right price, and maybe it would keep people interested in learning a bit more if they couldn’t make it past the sand trap.
    Or maybe that was too corporate a way to think. He did, after all, actually care about golf and the people who came to play at his place. He didn’t want to be just another guy making money off other people.
    He’d ask Erica about it.
    The vineyard was going to have to be ready by the time the tour came through. He’d started it the slow way, wanting to make sure that nothing went wrong with it, but maybe there was a way to accelerate the process. He’d have to get some landscapers in here so that he could have the grounds redone. They weren’t bad now, but they could use some sprucing up, and the woodland paths might need a little more development.
    It occurred to him abruptly that it wasn’t only the PGA FedEx Tour he had to worry about. Once the news hit, they’d be getting a flood of new customers, and those customers were going to expect to see Little Lake Country Club at the peak of its potential. He was going to have to make sure the renovations took place quickly, and preferably without disturbing too much of the business.
    He started back up the slope to the clubhouse.
    “Mr. Reid.”
    The manager was coming out, moving quickly, and Mark picked up his own pace, not sure what the issue was but sure that there was some kind of issue. The manager had handled things pretty well since he’d started, so if he was coming to Mark there must be something actually going on.
    “What’s going on?” Mark asked as soon as he was close enough.
    “I know this really isn’t something that you would usually do, but the kitchen had a piece of equipment malfunction, and I called the company, but they’re going to be several hours coming in with a new one—apparently it’s a busy day for them.”
    “And no one else has the time to go pick something up?”
    “I would do it myself but I’m trying to deal with a problem down in the basement. We’ve got a washer malfunction.”
    Mark sighed. “Say no more. I’ll go get the machine and run it back here. It’s not something that I’m going to