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He looked up at the short spikes on her head “I quite like what you’ve done Those bits of blue and pink”
When she felt her face heat up, she turned away, pretending to concentrate on the hted to her, as though she was suddenly worried about losing her place It wasn’t all that long ago that Lazlo had corapher and researcher Looking back, she realized that she, a workaholic, and Lazlo, a recovering alcoholic, had done a fairly good job of tolerating each other’s presence
Sohtened up, and he’d sobered up
Of course, it wasn’t long after that they’d discovered they actually worked well together She liked his dry sense of humor, and he liked her work ethic More ios That, in her ood professional relationship
Lately, though, she was starting to discover that there was more to Lazlo than met the eye He’d taken the time to learn about her late husband, an Air Force test pilot He knew she liked Pink Lady apples over Fuji And when the going got tough, and she was deep into research and tempted to raid the pantry upstairs for a quick snack instead of a meal, he took to the kitchen, his intent to ht
He wasn’t the best chef in the world, but he’d bought a Hungarian cookbook, and his attee rolls, and paprika chicken with du, even if the dishes were a bit overcooked
She stole a glance in his direction, grateful to see he wasn’t looking at her, and hoping he didn’t notice her embarrassment He did, however, notice her sudden attention
“You know you want to,” he said, without looking up froes on his desk
Shocked speechless, Sel her mind instead of his copy of the Viscount’s journal This ti to her cheeks “I don’t knohat you’re talking about,” she said, trying to focus on the book
“Ringing the Fargos,” he replied, giving a pointed look at the phone “While I’m quite sure they’ll rin
g if they need soe in that journal for the last several minutes It’s clear you won’t be able to concentrate until you pick up the phone” He looked over at her, see doith a fever, are you?”
He reached over and touched her forehead, his skin cool against hers “You do feel a bit warm”
“I’ her chair back to put so a piece of paper into the journal tothe speed dial for Sa Not even a beep She hit the hook flash, trying for a dial tone “I don’t think it’s working”
Lazlo picked up the phone on his desk, got the same result “I daresay, that explains e haven’t heard froet a technician out here”
The relief she felt—knowing there was a reasonable explanation—disappeared when they discovered that their cell phones weren’t working, either