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Chapter 17

Lydia could have sworn Galen flushed at her gentle teasing. "Sorry. I guess my brain just wasn't changing gears fast enough. I'd blame jet lag but I think it has more to do with you. For some reason when I'm around you all the blood drains out of my brain into my pants."

"What a lovely thing to say." Oddly enough, coming from Galen, it was a uniquely touching compliment. He was so smart, so tuned into the intellectual side of his nature that being able to rattle that was a powerful feeling indeed.

"Pizza it is then," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Is pepperoni okay?"

She smiled at him. He really was adorable. "That would be fine. I'll make a salad to go with it."

Apparently that was acceptable, since he changed the subject and started eyeing the scattered photocopies on her desk. "So the catalog is all done? You've got everything accounted for?"

She shook her head, slid the copy of the scroll across the blotter. "There are a few I can't figure out - like this one. What
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