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Olivia and mouthed, thank you .
    She smiled.
    Gracie squirmed her way out of his arms and headed for the door. “Are you coming, Livvie?”
    â€œYup, right behind you.”
    Gracie’s squeal of delight pulled his attention from Olivia. She ran toward Olivia’s desk and picked up the picture Garrett had noticed earlier. “Who’s this?” She traced her finger around the outline of the large dog.
    â€œThat . . . is Barney.”
    â€œIs he yours?”
    She smiled, joy lighting her eyes. “He sure is.”
    â€œCan I meet him one day?”
    â€œSure. Maybe you can come over and play with him sometime, if you’d like.” She glanced at Garrett, and he shrugged. That was a really big dog.
    Gracie bounced up and down on the chair. “I want to. I want to. That’s the biggest dog I ever saw. And he’s so cute.”
    Olivia laughed. “And he’s a real sweetheart, too. Come on, let’s go trick-or-treating.”
    â€œListen.” Garrett stopped her before she reached the door. “Why don’t I pick you up for the party tonight?”
    â€œSure.” Olivia blushed. “Will Gracie be with you?”
    â€œNo.” Garrett clenched his teeth. The fact that the Harrises expected everyone to attend their holiday parties but didn’t allow them to bring their families was a sore subject with him. “The Harrises don’t allow children to attend their parties.”
    Shock, then indignation, crossed Olivia’s face. “Hmmm . . . well . . . that’ll be changing at the next Harris event,” she said, her eyes sparking fire. She followed Gracie out into the hall.
    His gaze lingered, the sway of her hips enticing. Heat flared in his cheeks, and he turned back to the phone call he’d been about to make. It only took him a minute or so to remember whom he’d been about to call.

FIVE

    â€œW HAT DO YOU STILL have left to do before we can get out of here?” Olivia rolled her shoulders to relieve some of the stiffness. She’d enjoyed working with Garrett these past few weeks, but the hours they’d been putting in lately were exhausting.
    Garrett lifted his head and massaged the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “I don’t even know at this point.” He raked his hand through his hair and sorted through the folders spread out across the desk.
    â€œWell . . .” Olivia stacked the folders neatly. “I don’t think there’s anything here that can’t wait. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and I doubt anyone will expect—”
    â€œDamn!” Garrett glanced at his watch. “I can’t believe this.” He pulled a plastic bag from the bottom drawer of his desk and tossed it onto the desk as he stood.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?”
    â€œI forgot to drop my shirt at the cleaners. I wanted to sort through this all once more and make sure there was nothing pressing before I left for the holiday, but I’ll never make it if I don’t leave now.” He grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and pressed the intercom. “Jill, has anyone dropped off the file for the Carter divorce yet?”
    â€œNot yet. Carol just ran over to Ms. Harris’ office to pick it up. It should only take a few minutes.”
    â€œAll right. Please send her in as soon as she gets back.”
    â€œCan’t you drop the shirt off on Friday?” Olivia studied him as he tried to organize the chaos scattered over the desk.
    â€œI need it for tomorrow. The dry cleaner over on Third Avenue is open for a couple hours in the morning, and the owner said he’d get it done if I got there before they closed today.”
    She grabbed her cell phone and checked the time. “It’s four thirty now.”
    â€œI know what time it is.” He reached to press the intercom button again, and Olivia placed her hand over his. He