tossed a glance over her shoulder to see that Ramell had entered the room. She felt a twinge of disappointment because he actually had the nerve to put on more clothes. How ridiculous was that? She continued to watch him while he moved through the room, talked to a few people and even shared a laugh or two. Despite the conversation streaming through her Bluetooth and her nodding to the caterer, Sofia found her self mentally undressing Ram. She remembered vividly what those muscles beneath that T-shirt looked like, just like she was sure that she could probably grate a block of cheese across his abdomen. Suddenly, she was unbearably hot. âIs the air conditioner working in here?â She fanned herself. âExcuse me?â her client asked through her Bluetooth. âSorry, Larry. I wasnât talking to you.â She glanced around and then reluctantly waved Stewart over. He rushed over like an overeager puppy. With his big, brown, bewildered eyes, he actually sort of looked like a puppy, too. âYes, maâam? You need something?â Sofia hit the mute button on her call. âCheck with someone about the air conditioner. Itâs hot in here.â He frowned. âReally? I was just thinking itâs a bit chilly.â She huffed and rolled her eyes. âWill you please just go do what I ask?â âYes, maâam. Iâll get right on it.â He actually saluted her and ran off. She turned back toward the caterer only to see that shehad moved over to Ramell along with the party planner, seeking to get his final approval on Sofiaâs changes. What the hell? She took her call off mute and said, âLarry, I hate to do this to you again, but Iâm going to have to call you back.â âDoes that mean we have a deal?â âIâll call you back,â she insisted and then walked over to Ramell. âDid I miss something?â she asked, interrupting Caryn midsentence. Both sets of eyes zoomed over to her. âI put the party together every year.â Ramell smiled. âAnd Iâm sure that youâve always done a wonderful job. But this year Iâm here to help.â He signed something for Caryn and then asked. âDo you mind giving us a few minutes alone?â Caryn nodded and then flashed a smile at Sofia before tiptoeing off. âWhat gives?â she challenged. âNothing.â He shrugged. âIâm just giving you a hand since two doesnât seem like itâs quite enough.â Sofiaâs spine stiffened. âWhat does that mean? Are you saying that I dropped the ball or something?â Realizing that heâd put his foot into his mouth, Ram tried to backtrack. âNo. No. Weâve already been over this, remember?â âYeah.â She stretched the tense muscles in her neck. âWeâve also been over the fact that I didnât ask for your help.â Ramâs smile melted off his face. âThatâs because youâre stubborn.â When her face darkened he knew thatshe was just seconds from exploding. âCanât you just relax? Or donât you know how to do that anymore?â âIââ Her phone rang. She reached for it only for Ram to snatch it out of her hand. âWhat are you doing?â âThey can leave a message. Weâre talking. You and me,â he informed her. She blinked and started sputtering. âI need you to understand something. I gave you back your client list, but my objective is still to lighten your workload. You can go along with it or we can upend that truce weâve had for the lastââ he glanced at his watch ââtwo hours and go back to our respective boxing corners.â She sucked in a breath and lifted her chin. âI just donât like being pushed around.â âAnd I donât like pushing you,â he said in a softer tone. âI really donât, but I feel like