Medium Well (9781101599648) by Meg Benjamin

needed to get Skip to listen to some Andrews Sisters CDs. Just a little bit of tweaking and they’d be good to go.
    Still humming, she turned toward her cubicle and froze. Danny Ramos stood in the doorway to his office.
    â€œBiddy, we need to talk.” His voice dropped the temperature in the office by ten degrees. His eyes probably dropped it another five.
    â€œOf course, Mr. Ramos, just let me put my things away.”
    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 couldn’t fire her. She hadn’t 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. “Yes, Mr. Ramos?”
    He stood turned away from her, checking something on his computer. “Close the door, Biddy.”
    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.
    â€œThat was you at that club Friday night, wasn’t it?” He raised his eyebrows, not smiling.
    Biddy considered lying, but she doubted she’d be able to pull it off. “You mean at Tico’s Taqueria? Yeah. That’s my band. Is that a problem?” 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. “No. No problem. You were great.”
    Biddy felt as if her knees had suddenly turned to Jell-O. “Do you mind if I sit down?” she murmured, collapsing into the chair beside the desk.
    â€œSit away.”
    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 wasn’t as obsessed with him as she’d thought.
    â€œSo why work a desk job when you can be out playing with a band like that?” He leaned back in his chair. “You guys must have shows every night.”
    She shrugged. “We’ve only been together for a couple of months. Right now, we’re lucky if we get a gig once or twice a week.”
    â€œBut that’ll change, right? The way the crowd acted last night . . .”
    Her cheeks grew warm. “That was a really good crowd.
Really
good. It’s not always like that.”
    His forehead furrowed. “Your band is terrific. I mean it, Biddy. And you didn’t answer my question. Why are you working here?”
    She ignored the warm glow around her heart, staring at a slightly worn spot on the carpet so she wouldn’t have to meet his eyes. “A girl’s gotta eat, Mr. Ramos.”
    â€œRight. Look, you saw me upchuck in a sink Friday. I think you can call me Danny.”
    â€œUm . . . about that . . .” 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.
    â€œSo your sister offered you this job to help out until the band gets going?”
    Biddy swallowed. “Well, it does help.”
    â€œUh-huh.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Does she know, Biddy?”
    She considered saying
Know what
but not even she could get away with