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“Sure. I’ll call if we run into any issues I can’t solve.”

“Perfect. It looks good, and I can see you’ve got it under control. Thank you.” He shook Gregory’s hand.

Gregory then turned to me. “It was nice meeting you, Daisy.” The corners of his mouth twitched. “And good luck in your new job. Hope to see you around for a while.”

“Thanks.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at Anthony; his eyes had bulged. He was staring at Gregory as if he’d suddenly sprouted a second head.

Once the man went inside the cabin, I hugged the iPad to my chest, focusing on my boss. “I’ll edit my notes and send them to you later today.”

Anthony nodded, still not looking at me. He was watching the cabin, as if he needed to process what Gregory had said. Finally, he tilted his head toward me. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving, actually. Is there a deli anywhere around?”

“I’ll do one better. How about I take you out to lunch?”

I swallowed hard. Did he take all his assistants to lunch?

It doesn’t matter, Daisy.

“Thanks, that’s very generous of you. Can’t say I’ve had many bosses who took me out to lunch on my first day.”

“I bet you didn’t have any boss who started off the way I did this morning either.” To my astonishment, he winked at me. I’d never thought winking was particularly sexy, but damn, it worked for this guy.

I bit my lower lip. “So, we’re back to not ignoring what happened this morning?”

Anthony shook his head, coming a smidge closer to me. “We’re definitely forgetting it.” A smile played on his lips. “But I’ve got some things to make up for.”

The way I saw it, I had some things to make up for, too, but I wasn’t going to say no to lunch with him. Maybe I could find out more about him. It would help me do my job, right?

The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. In all my previous jobs, it was all about the product and the company. Here, it was all about the boss. As his assistant, I was here to make his life easier.

Going to lunch with him was agreatidea.

CHAPTER 5

DAISY

As we headedto the car, I walked slightly in front of him, feeling suddenly unnerved. To give myself something to do, I glanced at my iPad.

“I’ve got so many notes.”

“You’re really good at this,” Anthony remarked. “I thought you might need more prompting.”

“So did I,” I admitted, smiling from ear to ear. I was already getting praise? Damn, things looked much better than they had this morning.

Once we got in the car, I asked, “Where are we going?”

“What are you in the mood for?”

“Let me think.” I closed my eyes. “No Southern food.”

I was met with stone silence. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. Yep, he did seem stunned.

“You don’t like it?”

“I do, but during my first month here, I only ate jambalaya, gumbo, po’ boys, and so on. One time I got violently sick after a gumbo and lost my appetite for it.”