“You’re young … What about a social life?” He frowned even harder, chastising himself and giving the inner third degree to his over-sexed, over-creative mind.

“I haven’t much interest in many social activities … I left my hometown to come to New York, and I don’t know many people outside work.” She seemed to hesitate with her answer, a flicker of something he couldn’t read. Damn, it annoyed him that he couldn’t read her at all. This was probably another part of ...