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A pang of sorrow passed through him. He could tell she meant it. She’d really give up a fortune to help her mother.

The girls passed them by again, this time going faster. One of them clipped Damian, and he jerked, slipping on the ice. Kat reached out to steady him and he ended up clinging to her.

She laughed as he hung on her. “You okay?”

“Yes.” He looked down and got swallowed up in her blue eyes. Her lips were bright red, maybe from the cold. Her cheeks were a lovely shade of pink. Her dark hair shone in the moonlight. She was beautiful. The thought entered his mind like a thief, stealing his breath away. How had he not noticed her beauty before?

An insane idea jumped into his brain, and he struggled to shove it away. No way was he going to kiss her. She was an employee. That would be totally inappropriate. He let go of her and backed away, careful not to slip. “I’m fine.”

“All right, then,” she said slowly as if she wasn’t sure what had just happened. “Let’s go a little faster now if you can handle it.”

She took his hand again and started skating. Electricity zapped between them. Her soft hand felt good in his. Like it belonged there. Wait, where did that come from? What was wrong with him? Just because he was with a beautiful girl didn’t mean he had to get a crush on her. He was there for business. Nothing else.

Chapter 9

The cold night air numbed Kat’s face as she skated next to Mr. Boss Man. She’d thought she would be bored spending the day with Damian, but it had turned out differently than she’d imagined. He was starting to loosen up. And surprisingly, she liked this side of him.

“Listen to this,” Damian said, leaning closer to her as they rounded the corner. “When I was a kid I decided I wanted to run a business like my father.”

“What kind of business?”

“I was going to sell joke books.” Damian looked like he was trying not to smile, but it didn’t work. His eyes smiled for him.

“Joke books? Where did you get them from?”

“Oh, I made them myself. I cut up some computer paper and stapled the pages together, then made up jokes for them.”

Kat couldn’t wait to hear about this. “Do tell me some of the jokes you put in them.”

Damian lost the war with trying to keep a straight face. “Why did the elephant cross the road?”

“Why?”

“Because elephants can do whatever they want. Don’t question it.”

Kat laughed. “That’s not too bad.”

“Want another one?”

“Go ahead.”

Damian squeezed her hand which sent tingles up her arm. She ignored them. This was no time to be crushing on Mr. Fancy Latte.

“How do zombies say hello?”

“How?”

“They just do.”

She couldn’t help but laugh again. “You were really good with the jokes.”

Damian’s smile warmed her. “I know. I have no idea how I didn’t become a millionaire on the spot.”

“Do you still have any of your joke books you made?”

“Sadly, no. Mother thought they were trash and threw them away.” His smile faded. “She didn’t like scraps of paper lying around.”

“Oh, that’s sad.” Kat touched his arm, but it felt a little too intimate so she removed her hand. “It would be fun to have one as a memento.”

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