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Rachel turned and nearly tripped over a row of boxes that was lined up against the wall on the other side of her office door. If not for his hands on her waist, she would have fallen.
“What is all of this?” he asked once her balance was restored.
He needn’t have asked. The boxes bore labels such as Extra Linens, Holiday Decorations and Board Games.
“Just some items I came across while clearing out my closets. I thought some of my employees might be able to use them.” She frowned as she studied the boxes. “It’s amazing the amount of stuff you accumulate over the years.”
She continued to the safe then. After getting out the necklace, she took it to one of the display cases, where she draped it on a headless black-velvet-covered bust.
Her expression was a mixture of pride and apprehension. Oh, she was a true artist, all right. And from his experience, artists were a passionate lot.
“Well, what do you think?” she prodded, and it occurred to him that he’d been staring, not at the necklace but at Rachel.
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