Chapter 10
He nudged the laptop that way, speechless. Raine picked it up. “What on earth…”
“Yeah.”
“This is awful. Are they deliberately trying to confuse you? I’m angry just looking at it.”
“Does it make anysense?”
“Well…maybe. If this estimate is tied to that column…then that would be that…oh, hang on, I see what they did with those numbers. Here, I’ll clean this up…” He was tapping away while talking, eyes intent; Don felt a fantastic shiver run down his spine, because Raine being intent and focused and capable was waking up every one of those desires he’d been squashing. Raine sitting on his desk, suit-fabric pulled taut over one thigh, close enough to touch, was not making this easier.
“Does this make more sense?” Raine set down the laptop and slid it Don’s way. “I’ve simplified and made you a new spreadsheet and properly labeled those columns.”