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“Good.”

I stand.

Her gaze follows me. And drops.

Is she checking me out?

Well, that’s interesting.

I button my jacket. Her eyes snap back to mine. I smile.

“Something wrong, Miss Hawthorne?”

“No, um, not at all, Mr. Knight.”

“My eyes are up here,” I repeat what she said to me earlier.

Her mouth falls open.

Oh, that's satisfying.

“I was not staring at you.”

“Of course not.”

“I wasn't.”

“Then we have nothing to discuss.”

“You are such an ass.”

“So I've been told.”

I round the desk and reach for my phone.

“Do you have your suitcase with you?”

She blinks.

“What?”

“Your suitcase. Clothes go in it. People generally use them when they travel.”

“I know what a suitcase is.”

“Excellent. Do you have it with you?”

“It’s in my car. Why?”

“We’re going on a trip.”

Her expression changes instantly.

“What trip?”

“Business.”

“Where?”