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“Oh, and I had this idea for a robotic bathroom scrubber. I’m still working out the kinks, but it would work like a robot vacuum cleaner but in your shower. The uh…the last one got away from me. It sort of attacked my technician. It should be ready later this year.” He crossed his fingers. “Lawsuit pending.”

“Always inventing something new,” I laughed. “Tell me, when are you going to invent a robot that can cook my meals for me?”

“That’s what you have me for. If I invented something like that, I’d never see you again.”

I took a sip of my coffee as he got up and headed to the kitchen. I leaned forward and quickly straightened the magazines, making sure they aligned perfectly with the edges of the table and each other.

I sat back just as Nolan was bringing me a tray. He really was a great guy. He made the most amazing breakfast, he was a genius, and he was handsome and rich. Basically, he was a great catch. But there was nothing between us in the bedroom. I guess he thought that was something we could work on, but I wasn’t interested in working on sex. It should come naturally.

He chuckled as he glanced at the table. “You don’t have to hide your quirks from me. I already know you like things a certain way.”

“I wasn’t hiding them.”

“Then why did you wait until I left the room.”

I narrowed my eyes at him playfully. “Because I was trying not to do it.”

“I know,” he laughed. “I saw you look at the magazines several times.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you left them that way on purpose.”

“If by on purpose you mean I set them down and walked away, then you would be right. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Not to him. I couldn’t let it go. I didn’t know why and I didn’t really care why. I just liked things to line up and be even. Was that really too much to ask?

“So, now that you’re home, I was thinking, maybe you would come to this event I have next week.”

“What kind of event?”

“The kind where you wear something gorgeous and hang on my arm all night.”

“You need some arm candy? Since when?”

“I’m trying to pull in some investors. I don’t know what it is, but you have this way with people. You know how to tell them exactly what they want to hear.”

“You make me sound like a scam artist.”

“Isn’t that what you do best? It worked on me,” he smiled.

“Yes, but I didn’t talk you into doing anything you didn’t want to do. What are you really after? Who’s your target?”

“His name is Carl. He’s a potential investor, but there’s something about him. I’m not sure he’s a good fit.”

“And you want me to see what I can find out.”

“If you don’t mind.”

“You know, you could have just asked me.”

“I didn’t know how busy your schedule was. Besides, I didn’t want you to think I was keeping you around for your skills.”

“Why? I keep you around for your cooking,” I grinned.

“I know that’s not the only reason. We’re good together. One of these days, you’ll stop running from me and see what’s right in front of you.”

My smile dimmed as he got up from his seat and headed into the kitchen. It was clear my time was running out with Nolan. He was so great, but I couldn’t continue to fight off his remarks of how he thought we were going to get back together. Our romance had been short-lived, and we both knew it wouldn’t work. But at some point, he’d convinced himself that all I needed was a little time. If only he remembered what it was like with us.

“Okay, I have to run into the office for a little while. Will I see you for dinner?”

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