Cordelia stared out the SUV window, trying to not think about the next twelve hours. Here she was, trapped in a motorized box with hands-down the sexiest man she’d ever known – the same man who treated her like she was a mere i***t secretary.
But even as she had that thought, she mentally rejected it. No, Hunter didn’t treat her like a brainless moron, like a giggling twit who photocopied her ass and messed up simple tasks. He clearly respected her abilities and he’d openly said so, more than once. But still, but still… that f*****g comment about just worrying about answering the phones and not faking kindness after the op ended. That still nagged at her, and she had to let it go damn soon.
“Cordelia?”
“Yes?” she said without looking at him.
“You want to stop for coffee before we hit t
