tonight that if you reorganized the liquor supply, it would be easier to keep track of what’s running low.”
“Maggie, I don’t need a system. I already have one,” he explained patiently.
“An outdated one, but I suppose that’s to be expected,” she said.
He frowned at that. “Meaning?”
“You’re pretty much stuck in your ways across the board,” she said.
For a minute it seemed he might take offense, but then he grinned. “It must seem that way to you, being the kind of modern woman that you are.”
“It is that way,” she insisted, ignoring the teasing. “But I won’t push you to change tonight. I’m too exhausted to waste the energy.” She grinned back at him. “But, as they say, tomorrow is another day.”
“I’m not changing the way I do things around here,” he said emphatically.
“We’ll see,” she said blithely.
“Maggie!”
“Don’t worry about it,” she soothed. “I’ll just sit right over here, quiet as a mouse, while you finish up. You won’t even know I’m here.”
“I doubt that,” he muttered.
She settled into the easy chair in the corner of his office, curling her feet up under her. Two minutes later she was sound asleep.
Ryan compared his figures one last time, then uttered a sigh of satisfaction. The orderliness of numbers pleased him. There was nothing messy or questionable about totals written down in black and white. Emotions, however, were another matter entirely.
And speaking of emotions, what was he to do about Maggie? He glanced across the room and found her sound asleep in his easy chair. At some point during the evening, she’d scooped her hair into some sort of ponytail, but there were curls escaping now to feather against her cheeks. Her dark-green sweater had twisted and ridden up to expose a tantalizing inch-wide strip of pale-as-cream skin. His heart hammered a little harder at the sight. If only he had the right to skim a finger along that delicate band of flesh, to slide his hand beneath the sweater to cup softly rounded breasts. His throat went dry at the thought.
He swallowed hard. He had to get her out of here and safely home before he did something stupid and acted on one of these increasingly frequent impulses of his.
Crossing the room, he hunkered down beside the chair. Despite his best intentions, he couldn’t seem to resist reaching out to smooth a wayward curl from her cheek, then lingering to feel the way her skin heated at his touch.
“Maggie?” he whispered, his voice suddenly husky. “Time to wake up.”
She moaned softly and stirred, but didn’t open her eyes. Ryan bit back a groan as images of her stirring just like that in his bed slammed through him. Visions of tangled sheets falling away from long, bare legs taunted him.
“Maggie,” he repeated with more urgency. “Time to go home.”
He said the latter to remind himself that home was where she belonged—her home, not his.
Another moan. Another stretch. And then a sigh as her eyes flickered open. A smile curved her lips. “Hi,” she said softly.
“Hey, sleepyhead.”
“I guess I fell asleep. What time is it?”
“After one. I need to get you home.”
She kept her gaze steady on him. “I could stay here. Save you the trip.”
Ryan stood up and backed away so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet. “Not a good idea.”
She seemed amused by his reaction. “Surely you have a sofa I could sleep on,” she said, her expression innocent. “Where do you live, by the way?”
“Upstairs.”
“Well then, that’s a whole lot handier than driving all the way to my place.”
“Maybe so, but something tells me I don’t want to tangle with your father and your brothers, who might find the idea of you staying at my place a little premature.”
She grinned. “Premature, not out of the question?”
“Maggie.” It came out as part protest, part plea.
“I just want things to be absolutely clear between us,” she said.
“And I’ll be happy to let you know when I have them figured out,” Ryan retorted.
“You’re assuming you’re the only one who gets to have a say,” she accused lightly. “Wrong, Devaney. I’m part of this equation.”
“Didn’t you tell me that your life is in a bit of a muddle right now?” he asked. “You don’t need to add to that by getting mixed up with me.”
She rose gracefully from the chair and crossed the room until she could reach up and place a hand against his cheek. Ryan felt that touch straight through to his toes.
“What if I want to get mixed up with