"Good morning, Mr. Thatcher," Breck greeted as the scowling man approached her desk. Even scowling he was gorgeous...She felt a slight blush rise to her cheeks as Reese Thatcher smiled at her a moment and said, "You look nice today, Breck.""Thank you, Mr. Thatcher.""Another pumpkin sweater, I see," he noted."Yep," Breck admitted. She was flattered that he would notice her passion for sweaters with pumpkins or orange patterns woven into them. "It is October, after all, Mr. Thatcher."The smile he directed at her broadened. "Is it?" he teased. "And me without a pumpkin sweater to my name."