She stood and her gaze scanned the room, certain there was a photo of Vashti somewhere in the room, as well. Then her picture in here, of all places, would make sense. Or at least kind of make sense.

Drawing in a deep breath, she tucked a thick curl of hair behind her ear, refusing to let that photo affect her. If his purpose for sending her in here was so she could see that photo, then fine. She saw it and would ignore it.

She booted up his computer and in no time was checking out the various sites that showed warehouses at the Boston Harbor. The sale prices on all the places were enormous, but she could see why Kaegan would want to expand to this northeastern market. Her job was to help him find a place and then advise him on best practices and pricing strategies to get what he wanted.

She heard a noise and glanced out the window to see Kaegan in the yard below setting up the cooker for the fish. And he still wasn’t wearing a shirt. Muscled shoulders. Hard jeans-clad thighs. Long legs. A totally buff body... Did someone forget to remind him this was October? Although the temperature outside was fairly decent, no one walked around shirtless this time of the year. Doing so was pneumonia waiting to happen. She shook her head, wondering why was she even concerned. He was a grown man who should know how to take care of himself. Her days of caring about him that way were over.

She took a deep breath and sighed loudly as she turned her attention back to the computer screen. At least she tried to, but seeing a sexy shirtless man, with his hair flying in the wind while standing there holding a cup of steaming hot coffee in his hand with the bayou as the backdrop, was one hot pose. One worthy of being on the cover of a romance novel.

He knew where she’d be sitting at the window and had probably intentionally drawn her attention. Yet he hadn’t as much as looked up in her direction. He kept on doing what he was doing, as if cooking that fish was the most important thing for him to do. A part of her felt annoyed that although he was holding her attention, she undoubtedly wasn’t holding his. But wasn’t the latter what she wanted? He hadn’t acted unprofessional in any way since she’d arrived, although being shirtless and sending her to work in his bedroom was a little too much. With a house this big, you would think one of the rooms would have been a designated office.

She fought to concentrate on the task she needed to do, and before long, a good hour had passed. Glancing out the window, she noticed Kaegan was no longer there.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of his voice and realized he had an intercom system in his room. “Lunch is ready, Bryce. Come and get it.”