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Story: The Bad Girl and the Baby
“I know who you are. What I don’t understand is what are you doing making out with my best friend on my best friend’s desk. Hmm?” Her gaze flashed between the two of them, one eyebrow raised.
“What do you want, Regan?” Darcy asked before he could come up with an answer.
She grinned. “Sam said you might need help. So I came running to the rescue. And what do I find…” She shook her head. “The two of you are in so much trouble.”
“No, we’re not. But thanks. I’m pretty sure you saved Matt here from doing something he was sure to regret.”
“Really?”
Both of them studied him, and he held himself very still to avoid squirming. He considered denying it, but hadn’t he thought the same thing only seconds before?
“I haven’t known him long,” Darcy continued, “but long enough to know that Matt here”—she waved a hand in his direction—“likes things in their proper place.”
“And his proper place isn’t screwing around on top of your desk?”
“Definitely not.”
“So I saved him from a fate worse than death?”
“You’re a positive heroine.”
He thought about saying something, but what? His brain had turned to mush. Darcy moved past him and picked up something from the floor—the papers he’d brought for signing. They must have been knocked to the floor when he’d put Darcy on the desk. She carried them around the other side, sat down in the chair, and pulled a pen from the drawer. As he watched, she scribbled her signature at the bottom of each page and then held them out to him.
He took them from her, glanced down, and then folded the papers and put them in his pocket.
“Does he talk?” Regan asked.
“Sometimes too much,” Darcy replied. “I actually quite like him when he’s quiet.”
Matt decided he was outnumbered. It was time to go. He cleared his throat. “I take it you’d like to see Lulu this weekend?”
“Yes, please.”
“I’ll call you with the arrangements.” With a last nod, he turned and walked past the brunette and out of the room. Sam was still at the reception desk as he passed.
“Thanks for that, mate,” he growled, and escaped the building.
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