"About a week."


    She got up and said, "Aiden, I might not be able to make it."


    Aiden gave her a quick once-over and replied, "Then you''ll have to tell the CEO yourself."


    ra wasn''t thrilled about seeing Dn; he always reminded her of the bothersome Eden. But she didn''t have much choice and had to head to the office.


    She knocked on the door and heard a chilly voice from within, "Come in."


    Pushing the door open, she found Dn absorbed in a stack of paperwork. She walked over, ready to ask him something, but her keen eyes noticed a faint scratch on his neck. It was subtle, like a tiny w mark.


    It took her a moment to figure it out. In the past, she wouldn''t have known what it was. But after a few wild sessions with Z, she''d picked up the habit of leaving little marks, sometimes without meaning to, and sometimes very much on purpose.


    That scratch on Dn''s neck? It looked a lot like a woman''s fingernail had been there.


    Could it be the Ferguson family had set up a date for him, and it went well? Did they hit it off?


    That didn''t seem right, though. Wasn''t Dn supposed to have some long-lost love he pined for?


    She stood there in silence until Dn finally looked up.


    "Do you need something?"


    "Mr. Dn, I can''t go to the Azure Shores project. You''ll need to send someone else. Anna just took over thepany, and I''m not entirely confident in her yet."


    He put his pen down. "Is he still in diapers?"


    ra was caught off guard by his jab at Ryan and was momentarily speechless. She forced a smile and said, "It seems like Mr. Dn has been quite the talk of the towntely... Are you seeing someone? I mean, that mark on your neck looks like it''s from a girlfriend."


    Dn''s fingers twitched on the paper, and he awkwardly picked up the pen again, even though he''d just set it down.


    "No."


    No?


    ra was sure she hadn''t misread it, and then it hit her, "Did Mr. Dn get a cat? That scratch looks pretty intense. Just make sure to keep up with the vinations."


    Of course, she thought, he wasn''t the type to mess around with women. How could he let one leave marks on him?


    And besides, he was Dn. If he were actually dating, there''d be a line of women ready to jump at just a hint from him.


    Dn stayed quiet, gripping his pen, eyshes lowered, back to his usual aloof self.