The Boss and the Plain Jayne Bride. HEATHER MACALLISTER

still racing.

      “If you’re going to be so jumpy, you ought to have a real reason.”

      “That’s not a real reason,” Jayne grumbled returning to her chair.

      “Sure it is,” he said cheerfully. “You never know when I’m going to do it again.”

      “You’d deliberately scare me again?”

      “Maybe.” He looked at her, flinched, and Jayne started. Garrett laughed. “And maybe not.”

      Jayne held her hand over her heart. “Okay, you’ve made your point.” An unorthodox method, but surprisingly effective. Jayne presumed it was because her body had used its entire store of adrenaline during the past five minutes.

      Garrett pulled over one of the tweed club chairs from the conversation area by the sofa. “Are you always this nervous, or just when you’re around me?”

      “Just around you,” she admitted, surprising herself and apparently Garrett. as well.