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He swallowed, suddenly still in the chair. “Of course. I apologize.”

“Better,” I acknowledged. “Now, I have work to do. Go find Graham or Laura, and they’ll direct you to HR. Get your paperwork done, and come back and see me—knock this time before you come in. We’ll talk about my expectations.”

With another hair flip, he headed for the door.

“One last thing,” I called.

He turned.

“Get a damn haircut.”

He left, pulling the door shut behind him. I sat down, staring at the closed door. I was somewhat amused, a little annoyed, and mostly confused.

What the hell was Graham thinking?

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t wasn’t long before I had my answer. Graham appeared, pausing in my doorway, lifting his hand to knock.

“May I come in?” he asked, his eyes dancing.

I waved my hand. “Funny.”

He sat across from me, still grinning. His wife, Laura, followed him in as he sat down.

I stood and greeted her, accepting her kiss on my cheek and smiling at her. You had to smile at Laura—it was impossible not to do so. She projected