Because it sounded so reasonable, her hackles rose. “You don’t understand.”
“No, maybe you should explain it to me.”
“What if Alex Marshall presses her for an interview over dinner? What if he wants to get her alone so he can hammer at her?”
“What if he simply wanted to have dinner with an interesting, attractive woman? You might give Clarissa more credit.”
She folded her arms. “I won’t have her hurt.”
He could argue with her. He could even try reason. Somehow he didn’t think either would work quite yet. “Let’s go for a drive.”
“What?”
“A drive. You and me.” He smiled at her. “It happens to be my car you’re leaning on.”
“Oh, sorry.” She straightened again. “I have to get back to the office. There’s some paperwork I let hang today.”
“Then it can hang until tomorrow.” Drawing out his keys, he unlocked the door. “I could use a ride along the beach.”
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