When Blaze came in at ten, she looked around for Erik, but didn’t see him. She stuck her head in Greg’s office and asked, “Where’s Erik? Is he sick? What’s wrong?” “He’s at home where he’s supposed to be,” Greg answered mildly without looking up. “What happened? He’s usually here when I come in.” He stopped writing and lifted his gaze upward, watching the fire dancing in her hair. “Blaze, I sent him home. You said you didn’t want him hanging around, so I took care of it like I told you I would.” “Greg, this all started because you had me convinced that he was the one calling me. I just figured when you found out it wasn’t him, you’d forget it.” He laid his pen down and allowed his gaze to travel over her tight jeans. “The man needs his rest, Blaze. When he comes in at night to see you