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Before she could even ring the bell, she could make out a shadow behind the curtain and she heard footsteps getting closer. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute. This should be familiarenough by now that she should feel at ease. That’s what her book had said in chapter two. But Carrie didn’t feel at ease. Her mouth had gone dry and her hands were trembling in her striped gloves. Even her knees felt a little wobbly. At least she could blame it all on the cold. Why did she always get so nervous? Perhaps there was something else wrong… She tried to pinpoint the flaw in her personality that would put her in the state she was in just as the door opened. Carrie caught herself blinking over and over to steady herself as she stood in front of Adam Fletcher.

He was gorgeous. Shopping at the supermarket, taking packages to the post office, walking the children through the park—in all these instances, she would have stopped dead in her tracks if someone who looked like him walked by. But then, people who look like Adam Fletcher must not shop or mail packages, she thought. His dark blond hair looked as though he’d just run his fingers through it, and he was wearing a thick sweater with a collar, jeans, and loafers, a watch the size of Texas that looked more expensive than any she’d ever seen in real life peeking out from under his sleeve. His face was clean-shaven, his lips pressed into a pleasant expression, and his eyes, as blue as ocean waves, were looking straight at her…Waiting for her to say something? Was she supposed to speak first?

“Hello,” he said, before she could get her thoughts straight. He reached out for a handshake. “Adam. Adam Fletcher. Nice to meet you.”

“Hi,” she said clasping his hand. She could feel the warmth through her glove. She’d never read up on how to handle a handsome boss before. As she was mentally adding it to her list of books to find, she realized that she hadn’t said anything more than “hi,” so she quickly added “I’m Carrie Blake.

Before she could even ring the bell, she could make out a shadow behind the curtain and she heard footsteps getting closer. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute. This should be familiarenough by now that she should feel at ease. That’s what her book had said in chapter two. But Carrie didn’t feel at ease. Her mouth had gone dry and her hands were trembling in her striped gloves. Even her knees felt a little wobbly. At least she could blame it all on the cold. Why did she always get so nervous? Perhaps there was something else wrong… She tried to pinpoint the flaw in her personality that would put her in the state she was in just as the door opened. Carrie caught herself blinking over and over to steady herself as she stood in front of Adam Fletcher.

He was gorgeous. Shopping at the supermarket, taking packages to the post office, walking the children through the park—in all these instances, she would have stopped dead in her tracks if someone who looked like him walked by. But then, people who look like Adam Fletcher must not shop or mail packages, she thought. His dark blond hair looked as though he’d just run his fingers through it, and he was wearing a thick sweater with a collar, jeans, and loafers, a watch the size of Texas that looked more expensive than any she’d ever seen in real life peeking out from under his sleeve. His face was clean-shaven, his lips pressed into a pleasant expression, and his eyes, as blue as ocean waves, were looking straight at her…Waiting for her to say something? Was she supposed to speak first?

“Hello,” he said, before she could get her thoughts straight. He reached out for a handshake. “Adam. Adam Fletcher. Nice to meet you.”

“Hi,” she said clasping his hand. She could feel the warmth through her glove. She’d never read up on how to handle a handsome boss before. As she was mentally adding it to her list of books to find, she realized that she hadn’t said anything more than “hi,” so she quickly added “I’m Carrie Blake.

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