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designer on the sole. “The woman who loves these shoes and what they mean has some zing inside of her.”
    “And you’re going to pull it out?”
    “Consider me your very own personal Henry Higgins.”
    The retort sprang to her lips on a giggle. “You’re looking to seduce me?”
    His bark of laughter was immediate. “Will I break the bonds of confidence to tell you I only watched My Fair Lady for the songs?”
    She leaned in and grabbed one of the shoes, running her hands over the supple leather. “So long as you don’t make me wear some crazy hat.”
    “Promise.”
    Her phone buzzed. Excellent. She’d bury herself in work while Sinclair finished up his tsking over her bland wardrobe.
    Work was the one place, other than time spent with her sisters, where she felt truly comfortable. In control. And she’d given up more than enough of her morning to an exercise that wouldn’t change who she was at heart. A quiet woman with a hyperactive mind, a love of spreadsheets, and social skills that needed a bit of work outside the boardroom.
    It was a description she’d dragged on like an overcoat when her late-night text messages had happened with Booth a few weeks before. After another sleepless night and a missed deadline to file for a set of tax exemptions on one of their printing presses, she’d put her hormones on hold. She couldn’t afford to lose focus. So when he’d texted again, she’d put him off with the promise they’d catch up in Hawaii. Which was now only a few days away.
    Sinclair pointed toward her phone, his right eyebrow firmly arched toward his forehead. “Saved by the bell. Go answer it and then we’ll finish up when you’re done.”
    “I know you’ve got this under control. Keep doing what you’re doing.” She turned and headed for her small home office, thrilled to make her escape.
    …
    Booth read the brief e-mail and couldn’t hold back the smile.
    Cinderella’s gorgeous underneath all that black, brown, and gray. Just need to work my magic and she’ll be ready for the sales conference.
    He knew damn well that Camryn was gorgeous and also knew Sinclair was far more enamored of his frustrating subject than he let on. None of which changed the fact that the woman had “infuriating” down to a science. For a woman who had spent the last decade executing financial strategies that would make a Nobel Prize–winning economist weep, she was damned frustrating when it came to her own life. And Booth was paying the price.
    Pocketing his phone, Booth walked up to the doorman of Camryn’s prewar apartment building. “I’m here to see Camryn McBride.”
    The grizzled man’s eyes widened slightly but other than that small tell, his face was a mask of indifference. “Is Ms. McBride expecting you?”
    “No, but there’s a member of my team already with her for a meeting. I’m joining them.”
    The impassive facade never wavered, but the answer clearly satisfied him enough to lift the phone at his station. “Your name, sir?”
    “Booth Harrison.”
    “One moment.”
    Booth stepped back in the illusion of courtesy, but he knew exactly how the whispered conversation would go. And he knew he was close to victory when the doorman’s head nodded slightly.
    “You may go up, sir. Apartment 14D.”
    “Thanks.” Booth nodded but held his smile until the elevator doors closed behind him. It was time to up the stakes.
    His smile faded a few minutes later as Camryn stood on the other side of her open door. “What are you doing here?”
    “Is that any way to talk to your travel buddy?”
    “Let me amend that.” Heat crept up her neck. “Booth. It’s lovely to see you at two o’clock in the afternoon. On a Tuesday. What brings you to my home instead of your standard Tuesday afternoon appointment to take over the world?”
    “I just report on the folks taking over the world.”
    “Oh, don’t use that ‘aw shucks Clark Kent’ spiel on me. I know better. World domination is definitely in