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you have accumulated in two and a half months?”
    “I’m just not sure if Ramsey & Weil is where I want to be. I needed to get away and give my future some serious thought.”
    Here there was a long pause, and he could imagine Noah giving his sister the commander stare. Nobody did that stare better than Lieutenant Langford. The pause went on, and he could practically see her squirming. Hell, it made him squirm, and Noah’s stare wasn’t even directed at him.
    “All right, Noah. There was this guy—”
    “Ah, now it all makes sense. You had your heart broken.”
    “Not really. Dented a little, maybe.”
    “I’m sorry, Paige, but that doesn’t explain how you managed to get time off from work.”
    “I managed.”
    He could hear the hedge in her voice. No doubt Noah caught it too. She was hiding something, and Ryan wanted to know why, not to mention what. Something about Paige piqued his curiosity in a way that made him feel more alive than he had in…forever. He wasn’t an idiot. Part of the allure was her being off-limits. That made her all the more irresistible. Fight it, soldier. You don’t want to mess up what you have here. Noah’s voice brought him back to the conversation.
    Noah grunted. “How long do you plan to stay?”
    “Not long. A week or two.”
    Their voices grew closer, and Ryan started to make noise like he’d just gotten there. He put the carafe back on the burner and opened a cabinet for powdered creamer so that his back was to them. “Hey”—he glanced over his shoulder—“what do you think of the showroom?”
    “Very nice.” Paige glanced at him.
    Ryan didn’t miss the rabbit-in-a-trap expression on her face. He wanted to put his arms around her and tell her it would all be all right—after he pried what was going on in her world out of her. So much for fighting it. Wait. If he managed to piss her off enough, he wouldn’t have to fight the attraction. She’d stomp all over him with those fancy high-heeled leather boots of hers.
    “I have to make a call about my truck. Do you want to stick around down here?” Noah asked.
    “What’s on the top floor?” she asked.
    “It used to be the apartment where the family who owned the place lived. We have a couple of rooms set up for photos so the images we put on the website give customers an idea how our stuff might look in their homes.” Noah nodded his way. “Ryan’s brilliant idea.”
    “Do you mind if I poke around?”
    “Be my guest.”
    The two of them veered off toward the elevator, and Ryan went back to work, mulling over the conversation he’d overheard. Spoiled Little Rich Girl had a secret. He should leave her alone, but he wasn’t going to. Torn between curiosity, attraction, and self-preservation, he walked back to his workbench with fresh coffee he didn’t want.
    An hour slid by before Paige reappeared. She gravitated his way, dragged a stool over, and plopped down to watch him update the website. Occasionally, she’d make a suggestion or point outsomething. He understood her sense of ownership since she’d created the site, and he welcomed her suggestions. She knew her stuff—that much was clear.
    “Paige, how about I take you to Jenny’s diner for lunch?” Ted put his sandpaper down and stood up to stretch. “I know she and Harlen would love to see you.”
    “Oh, I’d love to see them too.” She moved away from Ryan. “How is your aunt doing?”
    “Still cancer-free, knock on wood.” Ted rapped his knuckles against the workbench. “Let’s go.” He grabbed her leather jacket from the hook by the door and tossed it to her.
    Ryan had to fight the urge to snatch her back to his side. The thought of Ted taking her anywhere didn’t sit well. Something ugly coiled in his gut and sprang free before he could check himself. “Don’t you think Paige is a bit out of your league, pup?”
    “My league ?” Ted glared. “I suppose you see yourself as being in her league? Man, you’re not even on the