her.
âYou look fine,â he said again.
Georgie would have liked to say something else, but she knew if she did, she would just sound petulant. Worse, sheâd sound like a silly woman. So she swallowed the smart remark and simply shrugged.
Zach, unfortunately, looked better than he had yesterday, mainly because the dark circles were gone from his eyes, and heâd obviously made an effort to tame his unruly hair. Why was it men could do the minimum in grooming and manage to look great?
âOh, all right,â she said. âJust give me a minute, okay?â She wanted to at least brush her teeth first. Because a personâs smile was the first thing she noticed, Georgie was a fanatic when it came to her teethâbrushing after every meal, flossing nightly and making periodic visits to the dentistâusually between every assignment in the field.
Five minutes later, teeth clean and makeup freshened, she joined Zach, who again waited in the outer office.
âItâs a good two miles,â he said when they walked out of their building. âIâll get us a cab.â
âI donât mind walking,â Georgie said. âItâll be good exercise.â
âThe streets are messy, and I donât want to be splattered with dirty snow when we get there.â
Georgie hated that she agreed with him. âOkay, fine.â
A typical New Yorker, Zach stepped right out into the street and stuck his arm out. Within minutes, a cab pulled up. Georgie had already figured out that when the center dome light was on, a cab was free.
When Zach climbed into the back first, Georgie was surprised. But she quickly realized that he was the one who had to slide over to the other side and that it was much easier then for her to get in. âThanks,â she said.
âFor what?â He leaned forward and gave the driver the address of the cancer center.
âFor not making me slide over to where youâre sitting.â
There was that smile of his again. And dammit, it produced the same effect it had produced the day before. What was wrong with her? She didnât even like him.
âI learned about that kind of thing a long time ago,â he said, still smiling. âI have a twin sister, and she educated me about women and skirts and heels.â He chuckled. âAmong other things.â
âBut I donât have a skirt on,â Georgie retorted, just to be perverse.
The smile remained. In fact, now his eyes twinkled. âBut you are a woman.â
And just the way he said it, Georgie knew he thoughtshe was attractive, and her face heated. Thank God the cabâs interior was shaded. Oh, she hated her tendency to blush. She decided the best thing she could do was ignore the remark. âSo youâre a twin,â she said instead.
âYep.â
âAny brothers?â
âNope. Just Sabrina. What about you?â
âI have three sisters.â She was surprised he didnât know that. After all, all four Fairchilds had honorary seats on the HuntCom board.
âYounger? Older?â he asked.
âAll younger.â Georgie didnât intend to say more. More than ever, considering her unwanted reaction to him, she intended to keep their relationship strictly business. But he seemed so genuinely interested, she added, âBut weâre stair-steps. Only one year between each of us.â
âAny brothers?â
âUnfortunately, no. And my dad wanted a boy desperately. Thatâs why we have the names we do.â Forgetting she didnât like him and hadnât intended to be friendly, she laughed and said, âMy dadâs name was George.â
Zach laughed, too. âWhat about your sisters? Do they all have boysâ names, too?â
âAfraid so. Frankieâactually, Francescaâis named for my dadâs brother. Bobbie was going to be Robert, and Tommi would have been Thomas.â Georgie made a face.
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