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Morrison frowned. “What?”

“The new intern started yesterday.” She pointed at a young lady standing with a group half way across the room. “Anna Corelli, that’s her there.”

Morrison rubbed his chin and made a face that caused Christina to hold her breath. Was her internship ending before it had even begun? “I’m not sure how that happened, since I’m supposed to be in charge of the intern program.”

Morrison saw the concerned look on Christina’s face. He picked up the phone on the woman’s desk and punched in a number. He turned his back and spoke quietly for a minute, then hung up the phone and smiled.

“OK, so, it looks like there’s been of a bit of a mix-up,” he said with an embarrassed sigh. “HR accidently hired two interns for this position.”

Christina felt her heart sink. She bit her lip to force back the tears. She said, “Oh, OK, I understand.”

Morrison waved his hands at her. “Don’t worry, this was our mistake. You’re not out of a position. You’re just going to be working with another group.”

“Will I still be able be involved in the editorial process?” she asked anxiously. The whole internship would be a bust if she were moved to a different department that had nothing to do with career path.

“Yes, you’ll just be working with a different creative group. Follow me.”

He smiled tightly at her and moved across the floor. Anxiety curled in her belly as she hurried to keep up. Maybe these high heels weren’t such a good idea after all.

Across the room, he stopped at another station manned by a slender red head with a big smile. Morrison said, “Beth, this is Christina Bradford, our new intern. I was hoping she could work with Mr. Powers’ team for the summer.”

Christina frowned. She knew the name Powers well… No way, couldn’t be…

The red head rose from behind the desk and stuck out her hand. “Christina, I’m Desiree, Mr. Powers’ assistant. I’m afraid we weren’t expecting you due to the mix-up. Give me just a moment and let me see if Mr. Powers can see you now.”

r /> “That won’t be necessary, Desiree,” a familiar voice said as the door behind her opened. Even before she turned around, Christina made the connection between the voice and the name.

Mr. Powers.

Lucas Powers.

She turned slowly to stare at him. She’d seen him only sporadically over the past six years, and because of school she hadn’t seen him at all in the past year, but nothing about him had changed.

Lucas still had the angular chin and high cheekbones. Those dark chocolate eyes were just as she remembered, and these days he was sporting some well-manicured stubble across his chin. It looked good on him. Who was she kidding: everything looked good on Lucas Powers; especially her.

Those sensual lips played out into a tight smile when they finally made eye contact. She tried desperately to push away the memories of her nights with him.

She didn’t want to think about that muscular figure that hid under his suit or the way her skin had tingled at his touch. She’d been just a teenager. Things were different now.

Desperately, she prayed that he would keep things professional. If he treated her like a seventeen year old, she knew she would just die.

“Miss Bradford,” he said softly as he stuck out her hand. “Welcome to Pearl Magazine.”

She sighed softly in relief, and he smiled as though he knew exactly what was going on.

“Mr. Powers,” she said in her most professional voice.

The internship was just for six weeks. She could handle that. She could pretend that her new boss wasn’t her stepbrother.

And that she hadn’t lusted after him for six years.

CHAPTER TWO

Lucas did his best to hide his true feelings. His whole world stopped two minutes ago when the email from HR came informing him that an intern had been assigned to him at the last minute.

That was fine with him. He could use all the help he could get and this one sounded like a winner. The intern was a senior at the local university, top of her class in design and marketing. He had been thoroughly impressed by her resume until his eyes landed on her name.

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