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She reached up to push her hair behind her ear and then pulled her laptop closer, staring at the screen and pretending she was reading the email her mother had sent about the first cohter in Spain this summer But she wasn’t

Why was Kingsley here?

Her door opened without a knock and she glanced up to see broad shoulders filling the doorway She caught her breath Of course she’d seen him on television in the past ten years—just occasionally—before she quickly changed the channel But daood to him

His thick dark brown hair, longer on the top, was artfully styled; it must have had some sort of product in it to keep it in place His eyes were still blue, but in her e His jaas hard, square and stubbornly set, his beard neatly trimmed

“Can I help you?”

“That’s why I’ into the roo the door behind him

“I believe I asked Melissa to schedule you an appointment for later in the week I’m booked solid”

“Surely you can make time for an old friend,” he said

But there was nothing friendly in his manner as he walked over to her desk and perched his hip on the edge of it He did casual the way a tiger hunting its prey did it She tried to convince herself she bore no resemblance to a mouse as she looked up at him

Take control

That hat she’d learned after years of dealing with recalcitrant parents and children

She stood up and held her hand out to hi She’d shake his hand and walk hioodbye

Solid plan

She was a genius

“It’s wonderful to see you again, Kingsley But I’”

He took her hand in his but didn’t shake it He held it loosely, stroking his thuoose bumps spread up her arm His amused look as she pulled her hand freeto jar him