“It was tucked inside the Manning file.”

He rolled his eyes. “Manning. Great. I suppose that’s close to Mansfield.”

“Next file over.”

“Good to know.” He walked back to his desk where papers were scattered everywhere. “Thanks for finding this. It would’ve been disastrous if the client found out we’d lost it.”

“I’m glad I could help.”

“I just wonder how many more mistakes like this one are waiting to be found.”

“I can start checking through the files tomorrow if you’d like.”

“Good idea.” He rubbed his knuckles across his jaw. “I guess Cheryl was under more pressure than she let on. This never would’ve happened if she was on top of her game.”

“Three months’ pregnant and trying to plan a wedding?” Trish said. “I’d call that pressure.”

Adam chuckled ruefully. “Yeah, yeah. I guess I didn’t help much. Still, this could’ve been a costly mistake. I’d appreciate it if you’d start going through the files more closely tomorrow.”

“Of course.” Trish almost laughed out loud at the request. She now had a legitimate reason to pore through the files and he’d handed it to her on a silver platter. She almost felt guilty, but refused to let herself go there. “Do you need anything else tonight?”

“No, thanks,” Adam said as he sat back down at his desk. “You go and enjoy your evening.”

She watched as he rolled his sleeves up his muscular arms. He’d long ago removed his jacket and his tie was off now. His usually well-groomed thick, dark hair was unruly and looked as if he’d combed it with his fingers more than once that afternoon.

A shiver ran up her back that had nothing to do with any temperature shift and everything to do with the ruggedly handsome man sitting before her.

She realized that she was staring. Flustered, she said, “You’re working late tonight?”

“It’s not that late.”

She checked her watch. “It’s after six.”

He shrugged. “That’s not late. I’ll be here another few hours getting these documents finished for another meeting tomorrow.”