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He couldn’t help but grin at her. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
Minutes later, he was sipping a perfectly made cup of coffee and analyzing a contract for a new distribution center lease.
His desk phone buzzed. “Emmaline Reynolds is here.”
“Thanks. Give me five minutes, and you can send her in.”
“Yes, sir.”
Five minutes later on the nose, Lindsey opened the door to his office. Shane stood and came around the desk. “I’m sorry to keep you wait—.”
He froze midstep. His gut clenched and his blood ran hot.
The woman in the doorway stopped in her tracks. Those amber-colored eyes he’d thought of more than once since last night widened in surprise. Standing before him, impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, was none other than Emma the waitress.
Chapter 3
Interview with a Kavanaugh
It was all she coulddo to keep her jaw from hitting the floor. The ridiculously hot, but unfortunately rude, great-tipping stranger from the night before was Shane Kavanaugh?
Seriously, the universe was enjoying this joke right about now.
They stared at each other for a few beats as the air crackled around them, his intense ocean-blue eyes holding her captive across the office. Desire darkened his eyes to a nearly navy blue that made her skin flush underneath her suit.
Finally, he moved forward with his hand outstretched. “I’m Shane Kavanaugh.”
His large palms were warm and a shade rough. They were more working man’s hands than those of a man who sat around pushing papers all day. She swallowed hard. It was an intriguing layer to the man whose vibe screamed money and power yet seemed to know the value of hard labor. Emma’s interest kicked up a notch.
No. She mentally shook herself. She could not find this man intriguing.Focus on why you’re here, Emma. Work, make money, save the house.
“Emmaline Reynolds. But please, call me Emma.”
He held her gaze—and her hand—for a few seconds longer than was probably appropriate, but when he released it, she instantly missed his warmth.
