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seven this morning and it was after eight at night now. A repeat of the past two days. What he needed, what they both needed, was a break.
    As if on cue, Rett strolled through the door. “You guys still working? I thought you said you had the proposal pretty much wrapped.”
    Rick leaned back in his chair.
    “We do. The attorney has it. We’ll get his comments in the morning and go through it one last time. I was just going to suggest we call it a night and start out fresh tomorrow.” That was good, that should end the torment of the day.
    Except Rett had other ideas. “Hey, you have a fifteen-hour flight on Saturday. You’ll be begging for somethingto do to fill the time. Save your review for then and give Savannah tomorrow off.”
    “Wait a minute,” Rick protested.
    “Come on.” Rett dropped into the second visitor’s chair. “I bet she’s already put in over forty hours. With all the overtime she probably hasn’t even had a chance to pack. Have you?” He directed the question to Savannah.
    “What?” Her eyes grew big as the attention centered on her. “Oh, well actually—”
    “See.” Rett waved a triumphant hand. “Think about it,” he tossed at Rick. “In the meantime, why don’t I call and make reservations for the three of us for dinner. You both deserve a decent break.”
    “I really should head home.” With a weary sigh Savannah rose to her feet, drawing Rick’s attention once again to her blouse, and the way sunshine clung to her breasts. Much as he strived for professional detachment, yellow had just become his new favorite color.
    “No, join us,” Rett insisted. “You’ve worked hard. Let us treat you to dinner.”
    She hesitated for a moment and then smiled. “Okay, you only have to ask me twice. Why don’t I meet you at the restaurant? Then I can just leave from there.”
    They finalized plans and Rick insisted on walking her to her car. Then he followed her to his favorite steak house, silently cursing his brother’s interference.
    Rick disliked mixing business with pleasure, and dinner with Savannah definitely blurred the edges of personal and professional. Her performance this weekhad surprised him; he could admit that. And despite the occasional distraction of her stunning legs or the sweet scent of her shampoo, they’d accomplished an amazing amount of work. She’d stayed calm and often anticipated him, providing reports and stats before he could ask.
    Dinner should be innocent enough with Rett along.
    Yeah, strictly business. In fact, he’d use dinner to discuss options on where they should open the first international store.
    Unfortunately just as he reached the restaurant Rett called to say he couldn’t make it after all. Rick couldn’t help but curse.
    Savannah waited just inside the door, buttoned into her jacket, her hair once again neat and tidy.
    “Rett blew us off for a date, so I guess that leaves just you and me,” Rick said bluntly.
    She bit her lip, drawing his attention to the plump, pink perfection of her mouth. “Maybe I should just go home. It’s been a long day.”
    He should grab the offer, but the weariness in her sea-green eyes got to him. “No, stay. You have to eat and this will be better than some fast food you pick up on the way home.” Not waiting for an answer, he settled his hand in the small of her back and indicated to the maître d’ they needed a table for two.
    She quickly stepped ahead of him, leaving him with a view of her gently swaying hips as he followed her to their table. Telling himself the hunger clawing at his gut was for food, he ordered a rib eye.
    “I want something I can sink my teeth into,” he declared with a smile.
    Rick’s words caused a fluttering in Savannah’s insides. She’d like to dismiss the response as a symptom of hunger, but unfortunately she was too self-aware for the flimsy excuse. Really, she should have headed straight home and avoided any chance of an intimate dinner with Rick. But the