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"You look like the cat who ate the last of the cream and licked the bowl," Macy remarked as soon as she stepped into the foyer.

"I'm happy. Any news from Housekeeping?" she asked, referring to the popular magazine geared toward ordinary, everyday women.

"You'll be pleased to know that we have a signed contract. They want three models to spotlight their ad campaign."

Macy's deep brown eyes danced. "And have I properly thanked you for taking a chance on me?"

"Several times. I think I got the best deal. You're doing an excellent job."

Macy had been a stay-at-home mother for her children and had lost her husband over the last few years, forcing her to try and get back into the corporate world. She had wandered into "Natural Beauty," just when Regina was interviewing for an assistant.

She had never regretted hiring the woman.

In just three weeks, they were up and running and had signed more than a dozen models already. She had to admit that her husband's name, the staggering influence of her friends, Kelly and Leesa, had made a tremendous difference.

But she had to tell her husband the good news. And it had to be now.

While it was still fresh. She was quivering from excitement and fairly bursting.

"Macy, I have to step out for a while longer. I know I have a meeting with Jon and another-"

"I'll hold them off." The woman waved a hand.

"Go, I've got this covered."

"You really are the best."

"Bear that in mind when I ask for a raise," Macy called out as she raced for the door.

"I will."

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Craig didn't lecture. Matthew had laughingly told him that his approach was first class.

"You don't have to raise your voice, man; you have this authoritative thing about you that scares them straight. I guess having all that money puts the stamp on."

"I was born with it." Craig told him loftily.

"You sure were."

Crisis averted, he was about to leave his office and go talk with Matthew about the latest addition to their growing family of boys, when he looked up and saw her coming towards him. Even after several months of marriage and even more of living with her, he still felt the quick jolt at the look of her.

She was wearing a gold-colored sweater over painted-on jeans and knee-high boots and looked like a queen. His queen.

"Hey." Catching her by the hand, he drew her into the small space and closed the door.

Before she could say anything, he claimed her lips, the kiss long, smoking hot, and hitting the right spot.

"Well." she managed when he finally lifted his mouth from hers. "Well."

Taking a deep breath, she commanded her muddled brain to wake up.

"Hi." He grinned at her, eyes wicked.

"What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

"I-" She had to shake her head again to get her brain moving. "It's embarrassing what you do to me."