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“Patton Fletcher,over the international accounts for Taron”

My heart stutters in my chest, and all I can think is Wow

“For Taron?” The ht, toward Taron’s office, as if he can see through the wall For athe devil and all

“So yes, Raquel Morgan…” Sandra repeats herself, leaving the introduction open as she gestures toward me “Patton Fletcher”

“Right Welcory

I can’t seem to findyet so formidable in my life

His dark hair is swept back frolossy waves that just touch the back of his collar, and his shoulders are broad His biceps strain against the sleeves of the blue blazer he’s wearing, and when he extends a perfectly elegant hand to shake ers, neat nails—the black tips of a tattoo peek out from beneath his white cuff Jesus, take the wheel

Our fingers touch, and heat floods my veins “Thank you” My voice is practiced calm, but I feel weak Why didn’t anyone tell me how insanely hot this devil is?

“Then the Madagascar file will go to her” He holds a manila envelope toward Sandra, which she passes to me

“She’s your girl” His eyes narrow, but Sandra continues “Raquel speaks five languages—”

“Reads,” I quickly interrupt “Sorry… I’lish, of course, but I can read the others fluently For so”

A?

Stop speaking, Rocky

“I hope it’s whatever they speak in Madagascar” Patton’s tone is diso

“French” My voice is a bit louder “They speak French in Madagascar, and you’re in luck”