My mouth went dry.
“I could get used to having you around.”
I blinked. “Huh?”
He gestured to my pristine desk and hanging file system. “My home office is a wreck. I need your organization skills.”
“Oh.” I cleared my throat. “Listen, Dr.—Sam. You have to believe me that I didn’t know who you were when I…met you last night.”
He pulled on his chin. “Okay. What happened to the science project?”
I involuntarily glanced toward my purse, then back.
He followed my glance. “So you took that, too.”
I squirmed. “It was my birthday present, after all.”
“I suppose you’re right.” He picked up my favorite pen lying on my desk and studied it with little-boy fascination. “And did it turn out…accurately?”
I bit the inside of my cheek to suppress my smile. Samuel Long, Cornell grad, veterinarian and bona fide hero, was still a man. “I’d say that it is a reasonable facsimile.”
Вы ознакомились с фрагментом книги.
Приобретайте полный текст книги у нашего партнера: