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      Of course, the fact that Jefferson had bought up the remaining rooms in the hotel so he wouldn’t be able to leave Caitlyn’s room had probably convinced the desk jockey to be more lenient than usual.

      “You can’t stay here,” she said finally.

      “No choice. There aren’t any available rooms.”

      “Go buy a house.”

      “Private island,” he reminded her.

      Hands at her hips, she lifted her chin and glared at him. “Not my problem.”

      “Now, is that any way for a wife to talk to her husband?”

      “I can’t believe you did that. In fact, I’m surprised you managed to choke out the word wife.”

      Jefferson pushed off the bed, felt the towel at his hips slip a little and reached to straighten it. And he caught the flash of interest in Caitlyn’s eyes. Smiling, he said, “But I did. And now that I have, you’re stuck with me.”

      “Don’t count on it,” she promised, and walked to the phone on the nightstand beside the bed. “I’ll call the front desk. Tell them you lied.”

      He folded his arms over his chest. “I’ll tell them this is a lover’s quarrel.”

      “They won’t believe you.”

      “I can be very convincing.”

      She frowned up at him and he wanted to grin at the frustration pouring off her in waves. He could almost see her thinking her way through this mess and looking for a way out. When she didn’t find one, she said, “Fine. Fine, they’d side with you anyway and probably end up kicking me out and giving you my room.”

      “Oh,” Jefferson said, enjoying himself, “that wouldn’t happen. I’d never let my ‘wife’ be treated like that.”

      She blew out a breath that ruffled the fringe of bangs on her forehead. “You’re such a jerk.”

      “Pet names,” he said, smiling. “Isn’t that nice?”

      “I don’t know what you’re up to, Jefferson,” she said. “But it won’t work, whatever it is.”

      “What’s the matter? Afraid to be alone with me?”

      “That’s ridiculous.”

      “Is it?” One eyebrow rose. “Then, there’s no problem, is there?”

      “Fine. You can stay here until they find a room for you.”

      Which wouldn’t happen anytime soon, Jefferson knew all too well.

      “But you sleep on the floor.”

      “So you are scared of me. Or of yourself with me.”

      “Your ego is astounding.”

      “Thank you.”

      “I can’t believe this is happening,” she muttered.

      “Now, Caitlyn,” he said, striding toward the closet where the few clothes he’d grabbed before this hurried trip were already hung alongside hers. “We don’t want to start our vacation with an argument, do we?”

      “What’re you doing?”

      He glanced at her over his shoulder. “Getting dressed.”

      “Here?”

      “Where else?” He dropped both hands to the towel and unhooked it. Before he could let it fall, she was sprinting for the bathroom.

      “Just … get dressed and go away. I have to get ready for a date.”

      “A date?”

      She paused in the bathroom doorway and tossed him a satisfied smile. “Yes, a date. Just enjoying ‘our’ vacation, Jefferson.”

      She closed the door and he dropped the towel in disgust. She’d been there two days and already had a date? Didn’t bode well for his seduction plans. But then he reassured himself that by getting her to let him stay in her room, he’d already won the first round. She just didn’t know it.

      Besides, he thought as he grabbed his clothes and got dressed, just because she had a date didn’t mean that she was going to stay on it for long.

      Caitlyn smiled at Chad as he regaled her with yet another tale of his prowess at day-trading. She was almost asleep with her eyes open when he asked, “Can you believe it? I traded that stock with an eighth of a percent profit. Tightest deal I’d ever swung.” He sighed and leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying the memory of his triumph. “Nothing more vicious than the market.”

      “Sounds fascinating.” She picked up her drink and wished it were full. Would it be rude to signal the waiter for a refill? She didn’t think she could take much more of this without slipping into a coma.

      Her mother’s words of warning about handsome men came rushing back to her. Sometimes, honey, God gives and God takes away. Lots of times, handsome faces cover up empty heads.

      God, she hated when her mother was right.

      “Hello.”

      Caitlyn jumped in her chair, whipped a quick look over her shoulder and couldn’t believe how happy she was to see Jefferson standing right behind her. Of course, she couldn’t let him know that. She wanted him to believe she was having a good time. Without him.

      “Hello,” Chad said, shooting a confused look from her to Jefferson and back again.

      Jefferson leaned down, planted a quick kiss on Caitlyn’s cheek. And before her skin had stopped buzzing with heat, he was smiling at Chad and extending his hand. “Caitlyn, darling,” he said affably, “you didn’t tell me someone else would be joining us for drinks. I’m sorry I got hung up on the phone. But you know how those business calls can run on.”

      “Umm …” She watched him take a seat beside her, signal the waiter with a quick wave of his hand and then drop his arm around her shoulders. Caitlyn tried to shift out from under his grasp, but he only tightened his hold on her.

      The man sitting across from them looked more confused than ever, and Caitlyn couldn’t blame him.

      “So, sweetie,” Jefferson said, “who’s your friend?”

      “The name’s Chad.”

      “Really? Chad?”

      “Jefferson …” Caitlyn muttered.

      “Look,” Chad said tightly as the waiter appeared, took Jefferson’s order and quietly disappeared again, “I don’t know what’s going on here, but Caitlyn and I had a date for drinks and—”

      “A date?” Jefferson laughed, and his amusement seemed to hit Chad the wrong way. Again, Caitlyn couldn’t really blame him. She wasn’t amused, either. Though, damned if she wasn’t relieved that Jefferson had shown up.

      What was the old saying? Better the devil you know?

      “What’s so funny?” Chad demanded, getting a little red in the face.

      “Nothing.” Jefferson’s smile faded and his eyes narrowed to dangerous blue slits. “I always find the fact that a man thinks he has a date with my wife entertaining.”

      “Your wife?” Chad stood up and shot Caitlyn a quelling look.

      “Jefferson—Chad—”

      “You’re not wearing a ring.” The darkly attractive, extremely boring man looked at Jefferson. “She didn’t say anything about a husband, man.”

      “Well, we did have an argument earlier. She’s probably still upset with me. Isn’t that right, darling?” He pulled her in for a quick kiss, and while her lips burned with

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