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Tobias Stone free day and hoped it was highly unlikely that he would be in again since she got the impression that his visit to the office yesterday had been a flying one.
    Keeping her word to Jacob, she emailed Tobias as soon as she got in, thanking him for the present on her son’s behalf. Email seemed the safer option, whether he was in or not.
    Then she got to work driven by the need to finish the task she had been given by tomorrow, New Year’s Eve. Since it was so deathly quiet she put on a Taylor Swift playlist on YouTube to break the silence. It wasn’t too loud but loud enough for her to get caught up in the songs which she and Jacob often danced to and she soon forgot where she was.
    Therefore it wasn’t all that surprising that she was blissfully unaware of Tobias standing at the door watching her get her groove on. It was only when she turned all the way around, with a file in her hand, jigging her hips suggestively from side to side that she caught him looking at her. She almost tripped forward in shock.
    What the hell was he doing here?
    And was that amusement that flickered across his eyes and the hint of a smile that kissed his lips—or was he trying hard not to laugh at her?
    Her body turned rigid except for the furious movement of her chest as it rose and fell sharply. For a few long, distressing seconds, time seemed to have stopped and she was lost for words. A silent prayer for the earth to shift and swallow her up went unanswered as she stood frozen, trying not to analyze how ridiculous she must have looked.
    “Do you know how to modify a Word template?” he asked, coolly.
    A Word template? His words made logical sense but she was still drenched from head to toe in embarrassment and it took her a few seconds to answer. She nodded her head first, then managed a “Yes.”
    “I need you to fix something for me right away. I have a document which I need to send out in half an hour.”
    “Yes,” she said, in a robotic tone. “I mean, okay.” Relieved that he’d chosen to completely ignore her dancing, she followed him like a lamb to the slaughter, back to his office. She walked slowly, dropping back slightly so that she walked more behind him than alongside him.
    He strode into his office and walked over to his computer. “I need it to look like this one.” He showed her a document on the screen. “I don’t understand why this one looks such a goddamn mess.” He opened up a second document. Standing beside him, her chest pounding, she stared at the screen and forced herself to concentrate. “I can fix that,” she said easily and with relief because she knew she could.
    “Sit,” he told her, and then stayed where he was, standing and watching over her shoulder. He stood so close that she recognized the heady wood and spice mix of his aftershave and was immediately transported back to that day in the elevator when she’d gone to the 30th floor by mistake.
    Fix his problem, she told herself, and kept her eyes glued to the screen. Why was her heart banging against her ribcage so loudly?
    Could he hear it?
    She didn’t like that he watched her like a hawk or that he stood so close behind her that she could feel the heat of his stare on her back. Something about him set her on edge and made her feel self-conscious and her reaction to him both puzzled and disturbed her. She couldn’t work like this.
    “Do you mind?” She asked, turning her head to the side and staring up at him.
    “Do I mind what?”
    “Do you mind moving away?”
    He lifted his shoulder in a half-shrug and walked away.
    “Just this one?” she asked, tidying up his template and fixing the document he had given her.
    “Yes.”
    After a few minutes her task was done. “Here you go.”
    “Already?”
    “It doesn’t take long,” she said, getting up from the chair. He was by her side quickly and she stepped away.
    “Wait,” he said, ordering her to stay as he looked over the document carefully. She caught the fading