Liz stared at the email she'd been trying to write for the last half hour. It was a simple memo. Nothing that she hadn't written before. Just a confirmation of a phone call with a copy to Dara who kept the calendar. She had a meeting with the new client next week and she needed to get her brain on straight. No more mooning over Matt Vorchak, the man who'd chosen a career over her.

Except she couldn't get the image of him as he was that morning out of her head. He was older, ...