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“Honestly, she seemed like she was worth it. Did she stand you up last night, though, or something to make you look so worried?”

“Not at all. She was…nothing but perfection.”

Henry got up, came over to the desk, and sat down closer to me. “Then you do have it bad. Do I need to reschedule for next week, or next month?”

I chuckled as I shook my head. “No. I will cope. While Kit is a wonderful person, I still have respect enough for my clients and myself that I will get my work done. I’m sure that as soon as we’ve had the chance to sit down and talk to each other a little more, I can stop being distracted by what might be and focus on what needs doing to keep my company going.”

“And in the meantime, I’ll hold the fort. I think I’ve learned enough now that I can keep things on track.”

For a moment, I studied Henry. He appeared pleased with himself, but he had a point. He had been doing well and learning fast. There was a good chance he could handle everything for at least a few days without me.

“This is usually the point where my PAs decide they can further their careers somewhere else, and I have to train someone new. You planning on going and working somewhere else? Do I pay you well enough for what you do?”

It was Henry’s turn to laugh, but he didn’t give me any cause for alarm. “You pay me well enough, boss. And I don’t plan on going anywhere. I think you’re relentless sometimes when you get super-focused on what you’re doing, but you know your job, and you teach it well. You’re also not a prick about having people around you who are learning.”

I wasn’t sure how to take the praise, but I was grateful for it anyway. If he was right, maybe I could pull off this job and get the girl, too. But it still felt a little fast. Maybe I needed to slow it down. However, every time I thought of that, I considered Daniel and Henry’s advice. I just needed to enjoy the moment and stop worrying.

“All right,” I said eventually. “Let’s get some work done, and then I won’t feel like I’ve wasted today.”

“It’s never a waste to think about a pretty girl. But I get the message. I’ve got a lot for us to get through. Lucy has almost entirely sewn up her clients and got that on a roll. We just need to get your signature on a bunch of documents so she can proceed.” Henry handed over the documents in question, and I got to work.

Although I still wasn’t as focused as I wanted to be, it helped pass the rest of the afternoon, and it stopped me from dropping the ball entirely. I knew it was the role a PA was supposed toplay, but it still made me feel as if I had let myself get too distracted. No matter what happened, my company needed me.

By the time we were done, it was dark and late, and I knew that I had begun to get impatient with Henry. I wanted to get to dinner. Kit and I didn’t have any official plans of our own, but Sarai had said something about meeting somewhere for dinner again, and I knew she would make sure Kit was there.

“Want to drive to dinner again?” I asked Henry, knowing I owed the guy after he had kept things straight for the day.

“Not tonight. I said I’d go watch my kid sister in a play. Not that she’s really a kid anymore. She’s showing promise, and I want to support her. Said I’d take her out to celebrate after, too.”

I nodded and considered the car options I had before pulling out the keys to one that I knew he liked. “Here, take the Porsche. You can take her out in style and spoil her.”

As I spoke, I chucked the keys at him, and he caught them with a grin. “See, now this is why I’m not about to stop being your PA. No matter how much a girl has your head spinning.”

“She doesn’t have my head spinning,” I replied, already looking at the keys again to figure out which car I wanted. It had to be one I thought Kit would like.

Henry chuckled, drawing my attention back to him. “Take the Aston again. She didn’t really get to see it last time—I left with it—and she’s British. She’ll appreciate it.”

I lifted an eyebrow but went with his suggestion.

“And she doesn’t have your head in a spin, but you just spent five times longer than you ever have before choosing a car for tonight. It’s okay, though, boss. If it matters at all, I like her, and she clearly likes you. You really need to stop worrying.”

Although I wasn’t about to promise anything, I nodded. I did need to stop worrying, but first, I wanted to quickly run home and change. I could find out where Sarai was guiding us for dinner on the way.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

Kit

As I picked out paint and wallpaper for several more huts, the afternoon flew by, and I found myself standing in the site office with carpet swatches and almost no time to get the order in with the supplier.

“Let me help,” Sarai said as she came over to me. “You’ve been hard at work all day, and I know how exhausting all these decisions can be. I’ve already taken care of dinner, and there’s nothing more I can do today, so let’s get this task knocked out together.”

I had never been more grateful for someone’s assistance as she grabbed the paint and wallpaper samples we had for the same huts, and we went through the options together.

Although each hut had a separate design, we wanted to minimize the different paints, wallpapers, and carpets as much as possible, and that was proving difficult. I had never taken on an interior design project this complicated before. I was starting to understand why this wasn’t considered easy, and Sarai had wanted someone she trusted.

Each design had a lot of elements, and it would be easy to screw this up. I had been feeling the pressure all afternoon, and Iwasn’t sure if I was going about it the right way. Sarai seemed to be happy enough still, but I was conscious that I didn’t do what I was supposed to that morning. Screwing up this afternoon would be another strike against me.

“I’m struggling to find two or three good carpets that have that nice thick feel that lasts, which will also go with most hut designs. They don’t work well with some of the more Asian and African areas.”

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