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He dips down and kisses me, and the fire and passion we had in New York is just as intense.

“Let’s get out of here,” he murmurs to me.

“Mm-hmm,” I say, continuing to kiss him.

“I missed you.”

“You’re here.”

“For you.” He pulls back from the kiss and grabs my laptop bag. “Let’s go.” Putting his arm around my shoulders, he leads me out to a black private car that’s waiting on the curb.

As soon as we get into the car, I ask him, “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

His green eyes twinkle. He removes his suit coat then pulls me onto his lap. “I wanted to surprise you.”

I cup his face. “This was the best surprise ever. Thank you. Why are you wearing a suit?”

“I’m taking you out tonight somewhere nice.”

“Do I get to change?”

“Yes. The driver is taking us to your place first.”

I kiss him.

He pulls back. “How was your day?”

“Ugh. Don’t ask.”

“What’s wrong, doll?”

“I got promoted to the team manager and no longer get to edit.”

He tilts his head. “You got a promotion you didn’t want?”

“Do I look like manager material to you?”

“You look to me like someone who can do anything you put your mind to.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, but management is not for me.”

“Then why did you take it?”

“I wasn’t given a choice.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep.”

He pushes my hair back. “That’s a screwed-up business model.”

“But I get paid more,” I sarcastically say.

He pecks me on the lips. “I’m sorry. Maybe this is happening to send you a sign that you should publish your books.”

I tilt my head.

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re seriously talented. All five of the books you sent me are amazing.”

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