rest of our lives together, and thatâs a promise.â
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For Georgie, at least, Day Two at the office began earlier than Day One. Deborah had given Georgie a key, so she decided she didnât have to wait till nine to get a start on her workday. Always a morning person, she was at her desk before eight and reading all the information she could find on the Carlyle Childrenâs Cancer Center. She was almost finished with a preliminary report on her findings when she heard Zach arrive. A glance at her watch showed it was a few minutes before ten. She stood, hoping she could talk to him before he got involved in anything else.
But except for a quick âGood morning,â and âItâll have to wait,â in answer to her query about a meeting, he spent the remaining hours before lunch closeted in his office, where she could faintly hear him talking on the phone.
What was so important that he couldnât at least answer a few questions? The longer his door remained shut, the more irritated she became. What did he expect her to do? Sit and twiddle her thumbs until he was ready to pay some attention to her? Sheâd already read everything she could find about every single funded and non-funded agency they currently worked with or were considering. The only thing she hadnât yet attackedwas the âslush pile.â She eyed it thoughtfully. She didnât want to muddy the waters by reading through all those applications before she and Zach had had a chance to talk in more depth about the ones already in process.
Huffing out a frustrated sigh, she wished she were the kind of person who could pick up the phone, call Alex and tell him exactly what she thought about Prince Zach, the pretty boy with the questionable work habits. Finally, when her watch read 12:30 and her stomach started telling her it needed food, she decided she might as well go to lunch.
She debated knocking on Zachâs door to tell him she was leaving, then changed her mind. The hell with him. If he wants me, he can just wait till I get back.
She told Deborah she was going to get something to eat, then walked to a small deli a few doors away from her building. Forty minutes later, revived by tuna salad, cheese and fruit, she returned to the office and found that Zach was indeed waiting for her. In fact, he was sitting on the corner of Deborahâs desk and stood when she opened the door.
âI read your report on the Carlyle Center,â he said. âI thought we could visit there this afternoon. I want to introduce you to the principals, and I think itâll be helpful to hear in person their arguments for the grant theyâve applied for.â
âIâd like that, but in the future, if you think weâll be visiting one of our prospective grant recipients, I wish youâd let me know the day before.â Georgie knew she sounded stiff, but dammit, if sheâd known theyâd be calling on the Carlyle people, sheâd have worn something a bit more professional. She made a mental note to make sure to keep a suit and heels at the office so she wouldnât be blindsided in the future.
âOh?â Zach seemed taken aback by her tone. âWhatâs the problem?â
âThe problem is, I donât feel dressed appropriately.â Today sheâd worn russet wool slacks and a matching cowl-necked sweater. And flat shoes.
Zachâs gaze swept over her. âYou look perfectly fine. Weâre not going to some fashion house. Itâs a hospital.â
âI realize that.â Men simply didnât get it when it came to clothes. They always wore the same thing. Maybe thatâs what she should do, too. Wear a suit every day and only vary the color of her blouse. But even though Georgie pretended she didnât care about clothes or fashion, the truth was, she liked to look good. And she also liked the feeling of control wearing a professional outfit always gave
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