Wife On Approval. Leigh Michaels

room and pulled up short at the sight of Paige standing at the desk, arranging a plate where the blotter ought to be.

      “What are you doing?” The question came out more sharply than Austin had intended.

      “My job,” she said crisply. “I’m delivering Caleb’s weekly order of cookies. I’d have brought the plate into his office because he prefers to have them while they’re still warm, but I heard voices inside so I didn’t interrupt.” Her gaze flicked over him without apparent interest. “You’re not wasting any time getting into the part, are you, Austin?”

      “What do you mean?”

      “Acting bossy. It didn’t even occur to me that you’d have taken over Caleb’s office quite this fast—but if that’s the case, you will tell me where to take the cookies, won’t you?”