Page 43 of About Last Night

He lifted an eyebrow.

"If the honey is pure, the color will sell it," she explained. "I like to see what I'm buying."

"Fine, but then where would we print all those newfangled uses, Doc?"

"On the website and in social media." She handed him the honey. Their fingers brushed, but she must not have felt the electricity because she stood and returned to sorting through the pile of items she'd dumped out of the shopping bag, as if nothing had transpired.

Phillips Honey barely had a website and Donald didn't believe in social media. But someone had to drag the man out of the Dark Ages. Derek jotted down a few notes on the legal pad.

"And what about changing the name?"

He glanced up. "Excuse me?"

"The name," she said, tearing the tag off a pair of yellow flip-flops. "Phillips. It's not very buyer friendly, at least not for honey."

He stuck his tongue in his cheek, rolling around her observation. "But it's the man's name."

"What's his first name?"

"Donald."

She made a face. "What's his wife's name?"

Derek shrugged. "I have no idea."

"Daughters?"

He started to shake his head, then remembered that Phillips had bragged about his daughter's equestrian skills.

Heather? No. Holly? No. "Hannah," he said as the name slid into place.

"Perfect," she said, dropping the brightly colored shoes to the floor and sliding her pink-tipped toes into them. Then she spread her arms as if presenting a prize. "Hannah's Honey."

Creativity flowed from her like water, and she seemed unaware of her talent. With a start, Derek realized who she reminded him of—Jack. Jack, who always needed rescuing from some scrape or another, yet somehow managed to escape unscathed. Jack, who could crank out more creative concepts in one day than Derek could eke out in a month. Jack, who was notorious for his ability to make a woman feel as if she were the most important person in the world, only to disappear before dawn, with no hard feelings.

Did Janine know how she affected him? Was her innocence simply a clever act? Was she the kind of woman who thrivedon male attention, who flirted with danger? The kind of woman who would delight in seducing a friend of her fiancé? His mouth tightened. Dammit, the woman probably knew just how adorable she looked swallowed up in his clothes, with clashing shoes and toenails.

Suddenly he realized she was waiting for his response. "I... I don't know how Phillips will feel about changing the name of his product line."

"If sales were booming, I assume he wouldn't be looking for a new agency," she said, holding a lavender Georgia on My Mind T-shirt over her chest. "What does he have to lose?"

He scoffed, extending his legs and crossing them at the ankles. "You make it sound so easy."

"Well, isn't it?"

"No," he insisted, a bit flustered. Leave it to someone outside the business world to overlook the nuances of wide-sweeping changes.

"I thought you said he was going to change the packaging anyway."

"He is, but… changing names is a big deal."

She gave him a wry smile. "Don't I know it."

"You're going to take Steve's name?"

Janine gave a little shrug. "I guess so. Honestly, Steve and I never discussed it. But then, as you well know… we didn't discuss a lot of things."

"You have the rest of your lives to get to know each other." He winced internally—had he really said that?

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