Risky Business. Jane Sullivan
“Okay. I’ll see you in the morning.”
She looked at him suspiciously.
“Don’t worry, Rachel. As much as I’d like to join you, I’m not going to force my way into your bedroom.”
She seemed totally unconvinced of that. “You’re not?”
“No. Tonight I’ll just settle for the smile.”
She looked flustered all over again. She turned and disappeared into her bedroom, clicking the door shut behind her.
He found it amazing that a woman of her obvious professional capability could be so rattled by a tiny compliment. There was so much contradiction in her that he could probably take a year out of his life and still not figure it all out. Still, he had a feeling that it would be a year well spent.
She could try to fool him. She could wrap herself in that god-awful robe, or in wool from head to toe, put every hair in place and surround herself with hideous decor, but still he knew the truth. A passionate woman lurked beneath that cool surface, and he had exactly four days to get her to come out. And once she did, he’d never let her hide herself away again.
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