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A
slight
frown
mars
Grey
’
s
rather
lovely
brow
.
“
Please
.
Lead
the
way
,
Miss
Steele
,
”
he
says
.
I
try
for
nonchalance
as
I
come
out
from
behind
the
counter
,
but
really
I
’
m
concentrating
hard
on
not
falling
over
my
own
feet
—
my
legs
are
suddenly
the
consistency
of
Jell
-
O
.
I
’
m
so
glad
I
decided
to
wear
my
best
jeans
this
morning
.
“
They
’
re
with
the
electrical
goods
,
aisle
eight
.
”
My
voice
is
a
little
too
bright
.
I
glance
up
at
him
and
regret
it
almost
immediately
.
Damn
,
he
’
s
handsome
.
“
After
you
,
”
he
murmurs
,
gesturing
with
his
long
-
fingered
,
beautifully
manicured
hand
.
With
my
heart
almost
strangling
me
—
because
it
’
s
in
my
throat
trying
to
escape
from
my
mouth
—
I
head
down
one
of
the
aisles
to
the
electrical
section
.
Why
is
he
in
Portland
?
Why
is
he
here
at
Clayton
’
s
?
And
from
a
very
tiny
,
underused
part
of
my
brain
—
probably
located
at
the
base
of
my
medulla
oblongata
near
where
my
subconscious
dwells
—
comes
the
thought
:
He
’
s
here
to
see
you
.
No
way
!
I
dismiss
it
immediately
.
Why
would
this
beautiful
,
powerful
,
urbane
man
want
to
see
me
?
The
idea
is
preposterous
,
and
I
kick
it
out
of
my
head
.
“
Are
you
in
Portland
on
business
?
”
I
ask
,
and
my
voice
is
too
high
,
like
I
’
ve
got
my
finger
trapped
in
a
door
or
something
.
Damn
!
Try
to
be
cool
,
Ana
!
“
I
was
visiting
the
WSU
farming
division
.
It
’
s
based
in
Vancouver
.
I
’
m
currently
funding
some
research
there
in
crop
rotation
and
soil
science
,
”
he
says
matter
-
of
-
factly
.
See
?
Not
here
to
find
you
at
all
,
my
subconscious
sneers
at
me
,
loud
,
proud
,
and
pouty
.
I
flush
at
my
foolish
,
wayward
thoughts
.
“
All
part
of
your
feed
-
the
-
world
plan
?
”
I
tease
.
“
Something
like
that
,
”
he
acknowledges
,
and
his
lips
quirk
up
in
a
half
smile
.
He
gazes
at
the
selection
of
cable
ties
we
stock
at
Clayton
’
s
.
What
on
Earth
is
he
going
to
do
with
those
?
I
cannot
picture
him
as
a
do
-
it
-
yourselfer
at
all
.
His
fingers
trail
across
the
various
packages
displayed
,
and
for
some
inexplicable
reason
,
I
have
to
look
away
.
He
bends
and
selects
a
packet
.
