needed to get Skip to listen to some Andrews Sisters CDs. Just a little bit of tweaking and theyâd be good to go.
Still humming, she turned toward her cubicle and froze. Danny Ramos stood in the doorway to his office.
âBiddy, we need to talk.â His voice dropped the temperature in the office by ten degrees. His eyes probably dropped it another five.
âOf course, Mr. Ramos, just let me put my things away.â
Biddy scurried into her cubicle, tossing her purse underneath her desk. Sighing, she smoothed the wrinkles that had already developed in her linen skirt. One of these days she needed to buy some good office clothes at someplace like Ann Taylor or Banana Republic rather than the lower-end discount stores she was hitting right now. Of course, right now she needed to spend most of her money on vintage evening gowns and BCBG minis.
She took a deep breath, wishing she had a mirror to fix her hair. He really couldnât fire her. She hadnât done anything wrong. On the other hand, he could ask that she be assigned to someone else, which would make Araceli ask why. Then Danny would tell her all about Biddy and the Chalk Creek Changelings.
So not good.
She pasted on her brightest smile and strolled into his office. âYes, Mr. Ramos?â
He stood turned away from her, checking something on his computer. âClose the door, Biddy.â
Her stomach clenched.
Steady, steady.
She reached behind her to close the door as he looked up.
God, he was gorgeous. The light from the window behind him brought out the gold flecks in his light brown hair, making his eyes glow darker, closer to emerald. A diamond earring would look really great. Just a single diamond stud.
âThat was you at that club Friday night, wasnât it?â He raised his eyebrows, not smiling.
Biddy considered lying, but she doubted sheâd be able to pull it off. âYou mean at Ticoâs Taqueria? Yeah. Thatâs my band. Is that a problem?â She raised her own eyebrows slightly.
Loose. Just stay loose.
He stared at her for a moment longer, then his lips spread in a small grin. âNo. No problem. You were great.â
Biddy felt as if her knees had suddenly turned to Jell-O. âDo you mind if I sit down?â she murmured, collapsing into the chair beside the desk.
âSit away.â
He still grinned, and she realized for the first time that he had a slight dimple in his left cheek. How had she managed to miss that? Maybe she wasnât as obsessed with him as sheâd thought.
âSo why work a desk job when you can be out playing with a band like that?â He leaned back in his chair. âYou guys must have shows every night.â
She shrugged. âWeâve only been together for a couple of months. Right now, weâre lucky if we get a gig once or twice a week.â
âBut thatâll change, right? The way the crowd acted last night . . .â
Her cheeks grew warm. âThat was a really good crowd.
Really
good. Itâs not always like that.â
His forehead furrowed. âYour band is terrific. I mean it, Biddy. And you didnât answer my question. Why are you working here?â
She ignored the warm glow around her heart, staring at a slightly worn spot on the carpet so she wouldnât have to meet his eyes. âA girlâs gotta eat, Mr. Ramos.â
âRight. Look, you saw me upchuck in a sink Friday. I think you can call me Danny.â
âUm . . . about that . . .â Biddy stole a quick look. He still smiled, but his eyes looked a lot cooler. Maybe not the time to talk about what had happened at the carriage house.
âSo your sister offered you this job to help out until the band gets going?â
Biddy swallowed. âWell, it does help.â
âUh-huh.â His eyes narrowed slightly. âDoes she know, Biddy?â
She considered saying
Know what
but not even she could get away with
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