Love, Technically by Lynne Silver
Billionaire CEO and computer whiz Noah Frellish is a king among geeks. Women are attracted to his money, but he’d love to meet someone who’s actually interested in him. When he helps the sweet and sexy Michelle Kolson with a printing problem, she confuses him for a help desk technician. Noah knows he should clear up this case of mistaken identity, but would she still like him if she knew he was the boss?
Michelle thinks life in Chicago is perfect, as is the whirlwind romance with her smoking-hot coworker. When she unexpectedly finds her job on the chopping block and the man she fell headfirst into bed with running the company, will she abandon her dreams?
Noah must convince the small-town girl to stay in the big city—and that he really is the man she fell for.
“I thought we weren’t talking about work,” he called over his shoulder. Every so often, he’d speed ahead, then stop pedaling so she could catch up. Though he’d been right, this kind of biking was easy and fun.
“I’m not talking about work. I’m talking about you.”
He slowed to ride alongside her. “In a word, yes. I’ve always loved computers. I hated computer class in school. We were only allowed to do research or go to the computer lab to type papers. I wanted to know how they worked.”
“So what did you do?”
“My parents were great. They signed me up for programming classes at the University of Chicago. I think they regretted it, though, when they came home one day and found the family computer in pieces on the floor.”
“Oh, no.” She laughed.
“They got over it when I built it back faster and better than before.” He grinned. “Enough about me. I want to learn more about you.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Well, what made you move to Chicago?”
She pedaled while she thought about her answer. “To be honest, it wasn’t so much Chicago as the lure, as much as getting out of Minsker to move to any city. My real dream was New York, but it was too far. Chicago seemed safer.”
“Was Minsker so terrible?”
“No,” she said honestly. “It was a nice place to grow up, but small. Not much to do. I think I realized I needed to leave when I was in high school. All thanks to a map.”
“You know those surveys on the Internet? I took one where you clicked all the cities you’d visited in your life. I was able to click on exactly one. Des Moines. That’s when I knew I had to get out.”
“Now you can pin Chicago.”
“Yep.” She looked at him. “I bet you can pin a lot of cities. Have you ever been to New York? What about Los Angeles?”
“I’ve traveled quite a bit. More so since LiteWave.”
“How cool. Have you been out of the country?”
“I have. In fact, I’m adding another stamp on my passport tomorrow. I have to go to Spain.”
“Spain?” She could hardly imagine it, and realized he must be more senior at LiteWave than she thought if they assigned him to travel internationally, probably to help set up new offices. Tonight she’d go home and look up images of Spain on her phone so she could try to visualize what Sark was seeing while he as there.
“I’d love to go to Europe. My parents aren’t big on traveling. They like it in Minsker. It’s why my mom was worried about me moving to Chicago—I think she knows Iowa’s lost me forever.”
“Poor Iowa,” he commented. He started veering to the side of the path, toward an open grassy field. I’m getting hungry. Ready for a picnic?”
She followed him into the grass and stopped the bike. “Sounds great.” They sat on a blanket Sark had stashed in his backpack. The sandwiches he brought were delicious, especially since biking had given her quite the appetite. She revised her opinion about wearing dresses on dates. Bike riding and picnics kicked movie and dinner far out of the park.
“Are you getting cold?” Sark asked.
She hadn’t been, especially while riding, but now that he mentioned it, she wouldn’t mind getting warmed up. “A little.”
“The sun’s overhead now, since it’s noon,” he said, glancing skyward, “but we should plan on being inside by three if we don’t want to freeze.”
She scooted closer to him on the blanket and remembered one reason movies scored higher than bike rides on dates—touching. “You could warm me up,” she said with what she hoped was a suggestive smile.
“Oh.” He looked startled, then a wide smile spread his lips. “Come here.” He held open his arms and gestured that she should climb in his lap. When their bodies were entwined, he lowered his head to find her lips. Cold was no longer the problem. Spontaneously combusting could be, though. Sark might act like the cutest member of The Big Bang Theory’s cast, but he knew how to kiss. Her arms looped over his shoulders as she leaned into him for a deep, openmouthed kiss.
Q: Romance readers have a lot of choices these days. What makes Love, Technically stand out in the crowd so to speak?
A: “Smart is Sexy” The hero of the book may be a billionaire CEO, but he’s anything but suave. Readers will fall in love with our goofy, shy hero.
Q: We like to include our favorite quote in our reviews of the books we read. What is your favorite quote from Love, Technically?
A: My favorite quote from Love, Technically is:
“He did the mental math. Pizza + bed + naked woman = Genius!”
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