Renegade. Kaitlyn Rice

she could handle. Her fingers were practically itching to sort through binders, revamp the filing system and map out the most efficient use of space.

      She offered him a brisk smile. “I’m going back around front to retrieve my briefcase, but you don’t need to walk me out. Will you be here Monday?”

      He nodded.

      “I’ll call you then,” she promised.

      Finally she turned the door handle and stepped outside. Before the door closed between them, she couldn’t resist a final look back.

      Her heart quickened at the too-long hair and wickedly handsome expression—just as she’d known it would. And when he winked at her, she felt a definite pang of desire.

      Which was exactly the sort of turmoil she couldn’t handle.