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CHAPTER TEN
“ANDIWANT APORSCHEBOXSTERas a Christmas bonus.”
“Okay.” Sam blinked, then jerked her head up to look at her assistant. “What did you say?”
Price crossed his arms. “Should I be worried about you?”
She smiled, feeling a little giddy. “I’m just preoccupied. The inspector for the library site is supposed to call today to let me know where we stand for getting things done by Monday.”
“What do you expect him to say?”
She smiled wider, her chest expanding. “I expect him to say that everything is on or ahead of schedule.”
Her assistant grinned. “Great.” Then he angled his head. “But are you sure that good mood doesn’t have something to do with that kissable foreman of yours?”
Her cheeks burned, although she couldn’t deny it. “Did you come in here for a reason, Price?”
“Carley is on the phone and she says if you don’t pick up, she’s on the next plane here.”
Samantha sighed. “Okay, I’ll take it.”
She waited until he left before picking up the handset and pushing the blinking light. “Hi, Carley.”
“Don’t ‘hi, Carley’ me! What the heck happened the other night? I’ve left you like, a dozen messages. I was starting to worry that those two men had had their way with you, then stuffed you under the bed.”
Sam laughed and began to twirl a hank of hair. “No.”
“No, they didn’t stuff you under the bed, or no they didn’t have their way with you?”
Distracted by her own memories, Sam suddenly realized that she’d taken too long to respond.
“You’re twirling your hair, aren’t you?”
Samantha stopped midtwirl. “No.”
“Yes, you are. You got laid.”
Sam blushed. “Well…”
“The lawyer made his move! This is great news!Abby’s going todiewhen she hears you’ve snagged an attorney!”
Sam’s throat closed—she couldn’t very well admit that she’d gotten down and dirty with a ditch-digger, not after she’d been the most vehement of the three that they find someone who was their equal on all levels. Teague was a perfect physical specimen who knew how to push her most sensual buttons, but a long-term relationship was out of the question. There was, for example, that little matter of him working only when he wanted to.
Multiple orgasms notwithstanding, his voluntary unemployment would wear thin after a while.
“Are you there?” Carley asked. “How was it? Giveme details, woman—remember, I’m living vicariously through you.”
“It was…fabulous,” Sam said, unable to suppress a bubble of laughter. “We did it twice before we even made it to the bed.”
“Oh, my God. Is he hung?”
Sam grinned into the phone. “Like a masterpiece in the Louvre.”
Carley squealed. “And be honest—do you really care about this guy?”
Sam sat back in her chair and resumed twirling her hair. “It sounds weird, but, yeah, I really do. I can’t explain it, but he’s just so…noble. I feel safe when I’m with him.”
“Wow, that’s awesome, especially for the short time you’ve known him. So how did you get rid of Teague?”
