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He was the happiest and luckiest man on earth. And when he and Carolyn exchanged these vows again
at their wedding, all would be right with the world.

CHAPTER ONE
June, Four Years Later
Carolyn repositioned the chair slightly before sitting down. She didn't mind men wearing cologne, but this
guy didn't know how much was too much.

He gave her a too-bright smile and said, "I hope everyone's making you feel welcome today at
Adams-Worthington." He put just enough extra emphasis on the Adams part to remind her that his last
name was Adams. He couldn't be Mr. Worthington's partner, could he?

"They are, thanks. Excuse me for asking, but are you the Adams the company is named for?"

He laughed, an unpleasant sound. "Definitely not. That was my brother George. He's the creative genius
responsible for the company's existence. He died several years ago."

She felt herself flush. "Oh. I'm sorry." Not a good way to start off a job interview.

He shrugged and glanced at her r├йsum├й, the only object on top of his desk. "I hear you wowed Seth at
that conference this week."

"Mr. Worthington seemed interested in the paper I gave," she answered stiffly. "He says
Adams-Worthington needs someone with my experience and skill-set."

"I suppose. Plus, we could use a female engineer - we've never had one. Do you think you could take
being the only woman?" His look was challenging enough that she imagined an environment full of nude
pin-ups and grossly explicit jokes.

That wasn't anything like the company she'd seen today. Everyone had been professional and polite,
although the jury was still out on this guy. There was something a little creepy about him. "I'm sure I
could."

Now, what was his first name? Tony used to tell her how using a customer's name made him feel more
important, and she figured the principle applied in this case, too. "So, Bill, would you like me to outline
my qualifications verbally?"

He smiled lazily as his gaze strayed down her body. "I don't think that's necessary, Carolyn. I can see
that your qualifications are excellent."

She fought the urge to slide her chair even further from his. She'd pretend he was simply demonstrating
the double entendres she might face in an otherwise-male work group. To prove that she was unfazed,
she stayed silent waiting for him to ask a question.

Looking amused, he said, "Why don't you tell me why you want to work at A-W? That's what we all call
it, by the way. Adams-Worthington takes too long."

"To be honest, I hadn't considered changing jobs until I met Mr. Worthington the other day." She ignored
his obvious disbelief and continued, "I've worked at Providential Press for ten years now and it's a great
place. It's small enough that I haven't been pigeonholed into doing any one type of thing, yet I've had