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“Maybe I’m not so bad,” I whisper, leaning closer.

She shudders at my nearness, but quickly retorts, “You wish.”

I chuckle and finish making my coffee as she leaves, and I call after her. “I’ll see you in half an hour so we can leave?”

“Unfortunately,” she murmurs.

Chapter 15

Jemima

After being up latelast night, brainstorming ideas for Oliver, I got to work late this morning. Now I’m spending the last half hour finalizing the design concepts for Oliver Lincoln. After some googling to figure out how to sketch and formalize it, I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out. I won’t lie, Harvey’s presence and his impeccable organizational skills have inspired me to improve, or at least give it a shot. He’s impressively successful for someone his age, so if he has a method, I want to follow it. Not that I’d admit that to him.

“Ready?” I ask, knocking on his door, and notice how clean the floor is. He’s already completed the tasks I assigned him. I’m halfway through the finances, while Danny has been absent lately. It worries me, but mostly it annoys me. He should be helping with the business, not leaving it for Harvey to sort out. Danny was great in the beginning, but now, getting more than an hour's work out of him is a struggle.

Harvey looks up from his keyboard. “Hang on, just sending an email.”

I wait, trying not to check him out. But it’s useless, with his clean, masculine scent playing tricks on my brain. His well-fitted navy suit, crisp white shirt, and yellow tie create a striking mix that makes my skin prickle.

A few minutes later, he finishes and strides toward me. “I’ll drive.”

“Fine.” I don’t have it in me to argue. Besides, he knows the way to Oliver's office, and I’m in no hurry for him to see my car. It’s a mess, littered with crumbs from Chad and old coffee cups from me. I’ll get around to cleaning it… eventually.

As we pass Molly, I tell her, “We’ll be back later.”

“Take your time!” she calls out, waving us off.

In the parking lot, I follow his lead, though it’s not hard to spot his car. I remember the color from over a month ago when he was leaning up against it waiting to talk to me.

The matte black Lamborghini stands out, and up close, I recognize the badge from one of Chad's toy cars.

A boy's toy, certainly not family friendly.

He opens the passenger door for me, and I slide into the luxurious leather seat. This isn’t a family car. There’s no way Chad's car seat would fit in here, but I can’t help imagining his excitement if he saw this car. Honestly, I’m impressed myself. I mentally slap myself for the thought.

When Harvey starts the car, country music blares through the speakers. He dives for the volume and turns it down.

My lips curl into a smile. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as a country music fan.”

He leans back into his seat and starts to drive. “What did you expect?”

I tilt my head slightly, a playful smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “Techno, maybe trance.”

He chuckles as he backs out of the parking spot smoothly.

“Why country?” I raise an eyebrow.

He shrugs. “My grandma always played it at her place.”

“So, you grew up with it,” I say, my tone softening as I lean back in the seat.

“Yeah. What about you? What kind of music do you like?” His eyes glance over at me for a moment before focusing on the road.

I can’t help the giggle that slips out of me. “Guess.”

“Jazz?” he suggests with a teasing grin.

I frown, shaking my head. “No.”

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