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“Could work.” She nodded. “I like it. Any ideas on yours?”

He found a blank piece of paper.

After sketching his logo, he placed his company name below it and to the right. He added a bold line next to it.

“Might work.”

“You sound skeptical.”

“You’re the client.” She smiled. “I’m happy to do whatever you want.”

“That means you don’t like it.”

For a second, she pressed her lips together, as if crafting a strategic response. “I wouldn’t say that, exactly, Sir.”

“Then…?”

“Do you want honesty?”

“Of course.”

She shot him a grin then said, “It’s a lot like your coffee.”

He quirked an eyebrow.

“Your idea sucks.”

“Shit, Brandy.” He whistled. “You don’t hold back.”

“You’re the one who said you didn’t want me to keep my opinion to myself,” she reminded him, head tipped to one side.

“But that was brutal, woman.”

She laughed.

With her infectious enthusiasm, and the fact she was spending her morning working on his corporate image, how could he take offense?

Then, together, they took turns with the notepad until they both nodded in satisfaction.

“This is good.” Enthusiastic approval threaded her words. “Like really good. I like it.”

So did he.

“I’ll mock it up on the computer and get it back to you in the next day or two.”

“We make a good team.”

“Yeah.”

They gazed at each other.

“We do, indeed, Sir.”

With celebratory grins, they clinked the rims of their cups together.

After a drink, she wrinkled her nose.

“It’s cold.”

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