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She brushed past him and went back into the conference room leaving Lance staring at Eli.

“What just happened? I feel like I just stepped into something.”

Lance shook his head. “It’s fine. This is just Marissa being Marissa. I’ll see you at the board meeting.”

When he stepped into the conference room, her fingers were flying across the keys.

“Now that you know I’m serious, any chance I can get on the guest list for the parties this weekend? I want to take a look around while people are here.”

He growled. “You’re not here to play detective, Marissa. You’re here to check out my back-end and do an audit.”

Her eyes lifted to his. “Lance, I stopped checking out your back end five years ago.”

When she smirked, he just gave another growl. Working with her would be just as frustrating as it had been five years ago. He just hoped this job didn’t end with an engagement ring nearly taking out his eye while they were surrounded by a room full of police.

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