He likes his job."
Adam shook his head and sighed. "Yeah. They always do."
Dayne noticed that he had fabulous hands, and his forearms were muscular and lightly furred with soft black hair. She found having him in her house delightful. "I hate computers," she said, sitting down in the seat across the table from him.
"Yeah. Me too." He rested his chin on one hand, and she got a good look at his watch. Rolex? Looked like one. A Rolex, a Porsche, and blue jeans. He was not the sort of fellow she found on her doorstep most days. He grinned at her.
"You hate computers . . . and you work in a computer firm?"
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