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to her. If she hadn’t been so grateful for it, she would have made up a new uniform rule about no handkerchiefs in a dog park—even a fashionable one.

“Thanks.”

She dabbed at the tears and tried to hand it back, but he waved it away. She tucked it into her own pocket. Maybe she’d keep it as a souvenir, a reminder of that not-a-date she once had with one of San Francisco’s most eligible bachelors.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go back to my place.”

The statement was so out of place, like a giraffe as a house pet, that she thought she’d misheard. “What?”

“I’ll show you around and give you the codes to get in.”

It took Piper a moment to comprehend what he was saying. “You mean you still want me to work for you?” She couldn’t keep the incredulity from seeping into her voice. “Even after all that?”

“No,” he said. “It’s because of all that.”

Feeling confused and emotionally drained, she stopped walking. “Come again?”

When he noticed she wasn’t walking next to him, Aiden turned to face her. He drew close enough that she saw his eyes weren’t just mint green; they also had a ring of brown around each pupil, making them appear larger, like all he wanted to see right then was her, to drink her in.

“I am confident that anyone as honest and ethical as you will take great care of Sophie.”

When she didn’t answer right away, he raised his eyebrows. “Will you be my dog walker?”

Piper stared into those eyes and felt herself get sucked right in. She wasn’t sure she could say no, even if she could afford to.

She nodded. “I will take great care of your wiener.”

Chapter Nine
Underdog

Piper knew Aiden was rich, but she hadn’t expected him to be this rich. Sea Cliff rich.

She tailed his BMW back to his house, and the farther into the neighborhood they drove, the more she became overly aware of her beater car. The imposing two-story and three-story homes amplified the VW’s rumbles and knocks as she followed him up the quiet, sloping streets of the cliff-side neighborhood. When Aiden pulled into the driveway of a Georgian-style mansion, Piper felt relieved to finally kill the noisy engine.

She climbed out of the Bug and stared up at the grand whitewashed facade and rows of windows staring out at the South Bay and headlands in the distance. Her breath caught. She could sense Aiden approach and stand next to her, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the magnificent structure.

“Nice little place you’ve got here,” she told him.

“It’s somewhere to hang my hat.” He rapped on the hood of her car. “I see you didn’t ride your horse today.”

“I decided to go with something a little more modern.”

“Modern?” he choked. “This thing’s ancient.”

“Hey. I prefer the term ‘classic.’ She’s a 1979. I’ve had her since high school.”

He opened his mouth and then immediately shut it—probably for the best. He settled on, “Come in. I’ll show you around.”

The interior of the mansion was no less impressive than the exterior, though considerably more contemporary. It was how she imagined an overpriced bachelor pad would look. Man-like, clean lines, and gray. Lots of gray.

She slipped off her dog park shoes at the front door, wary of the light gray welcome mat. After Aiden gave her the code to the alarm system, he showed her around the house.

Piper followed him, listening, observing him in his own habitat. So far, he’d always stuck out in her normal world—in her taxi, the rescue center, the dog park. Suddenly, she was the sore thumb in his world with her sweaty tank top and grass-stained socks on the hand-scraped hardwood floor. Of course, Colin padded from room to room like he owned the place.

They came to the living room view that overlooked the Golden Gate spanning the strait and, beyond that, the bay. It was a rare clear evening, and the bridge stood out against the sparkling blue water and blushing spring sunset like two great vermillion ladders.

“Wow,” Piper breathed. “Now that’s a view. I can see why you bought this dump. Seems worth it now.”

Aiden chuckled at the joke but grew kind of quiet. “Actually, I didn’t buy it. I inherited it when my father died. Along with Caldwell and Son Investments.”

Piper’s face went slack. “I’m so sorry. I was just kidding about the dump thing.”

“I know.” He flashed her a wry look, his smile earnest, if a little sad. The magnificent view seemed to preoccupy him, and he grew quiet.

In the window’s reflection, Piper saw his expression turn pensive. She fidgeted uncomfortably next to him, thinking of a way to alter their conversation’s collision course. An awkward silence enveloped them, something she was all too familiar with. Nobody ever knew what to say once they found out about her father. For a moment, she considered sharing her own loss with Aiden, but she’d been enjoying their pleasant vibe, and she didn’t want to derail it any more than she already had.

“It beats my view,” she said. “My place looks out on an Indian restaurant.”

“Sounds spectacular.”

“Great samosas.”

“You’ll have to show me sometime.”

Heat flashed across her face. Her eyes dropped to her feet, and she noticed the grass stains on her socks again. She wondered what she was doing flirting with him. This was all business. He’d only invited her back to show her around so she could do her job. At least, she thought so. But when she looked up again and caught him staring at her reflection, she hoped, for just a moment, that maybe it could be something. Something more.

Movement outside caught her attention, and she shifted her focus to the stone patio below. Her gaze fell on a young woman lounging on a sofa. Bare legs kicked up on the cushions, she soaked in the spring sun, utterly relaxed in this mansion, in Aiden’s world. Another Nicole, perhaps? But surely if this one hung out in his house when he wasn’t around, they knew each other well. Was she a girlfriend? Piper frowned, thinking samosas had sounded nice.

“Oh.” Piper flinched away from the window guiltily. Like the naughty things she was thinking about Aiden were plastered all over her face. “I didn’t know you had company.”

“Company?”

Following her gaze, he spotted the woman, too. Bringing up his fist, he tapped on the window. The woman started at the sound and tilted her beautiful face up. She gave a wave, her face breaking into a smile. She sat up to slip on her pumps—no grass-stained socks for her—and disappeared from sight. Piper heard a door open somewhere in the house’s depths, and a moment later the graceful brunette glided into the kitchen.

“Tamara,” Aiden said. “This is Piper.”

They shook hands and exchanged hellos.

“Tamara also works for me. She’s my personal assistant.”

Piper nodded, like this was all very interesting, but she noticed a change in Aiden. His posture stiffened. He pulled down his shirtsleeves, and his expression turned distant, practiced. A professional stranger. Like he didn’t want Tamara to catch him flirting with some grass-stained-sock-wearing dog walker. Maybe because their relationship was more personal than boss and assistant. On top of that, Piper hadn’t missed his words “also works for me,” putting her in her place.

Right. It was just a job. That’s why she was there. Absolutely nothing to feel disappointed about. And that twinge in her chest? It must have been heartburn, that’s all.

“I was showing Piper around the house,” Aiden told Tamara. “She’ll be walking Sophie while I’m at work.”

“Good,” Tamara said. “Aiden works long hours. Too long,” she chastised him teasingly.

“Well, at least Sophie will be taken care of.”

“But who is going to take care of you?”

“You do a fine job of that.” He smiled in an all too familiar way.

Piper made a mental note to pick up some antacids from the store.

She wanted to dislike the girl—not that she was jealous or anything. Samosas shamosas. But as Tamara squeezed his shoulder fondly, Piper got a sincere vibe off the PA. She wasn’t acting all beautiful and charming to rub it in Piper’s face—it simply happened to be a side effect of absolute perfection. Self-consciously, Piper put one foot on top of the other to hide the grass stains.

An awkward silence settled over them—at least it felt awkward for her. Wanting nothing more than to get out of there, she said, “Well, I’d better go. It was nice to meet you, Tamara.”

“You too.” She flashed Piper a set of brilliant white teeth, but her left eye flickered like she had an involuntary twitch. The friendly curve to her mouth turned plastic, the smile melting off her face.

Piper pretended not to notice. Maybe it was a tic that Tamara was self-conscious about. Piper turned and headed for the entrance, where she found Colin and Sophie curled up on the cool marble tiles together. She patted her leg, and Colin trotted

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