The Greek's Nine-Month Surprise. Jennifer Faye

he said, “Yes, it’ll be business only, if that’s what you want.”

      “It is.” And then her eyes twinkled as though a thought had just dawned on her. “And I’d have one other stipulation.”

      He knew he wasn’t going to like this. “And that would be?”

      “Your wardrobe.”

      “What about it?”

      “It’s not the most practical attire for cleaning out suites. I’m assuming you’ll be helping to box up mementos and such.” He nodded and she continued, “Then you’ll want some more casual clothes. After all, who would do manual labor in a designer suit? Each one probably cost more than a month’s rent.”

      She had a point, and by the frown forming on his face, he couldn’t argue. She wondered if he’d ever cleaned and packed up an apartment in his life. His background was so different than hers.

      “What are you thinking?”

      She shook her head, not about to upset her potential employer. “It’s nothing.”

      “You know you didn’t have a problem opening up to me the night of the reception.”

      “That night was different.”

      “It’ll be a very long trip if we must censor everything we say to each other.”