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she had ever known the man who had almost destroyed her. “Yes—” she nodded “—he was a client at my old agency.”

      A frown creased his brow. “He was coming on to you?”

      “No.” She raked a hand through her hair and looked away from that penetrating green gaze. “He was offering me a job.”

      “He’s not the kind of guy you want to work for, Alex.”

      She set her chin at a belligerent angle. “Then give me the job and I won’t have to.”

      He was silent for a moment. If there was one person she couldn’t read in this world, it was Gabe. He guarded his feelings with a security worthy of Alcatraz. “I’m ready to go,” he said finally, pulling the sweater out of her arms and holding it out for her. “You look exhausted. Let’s go.”

      She slipped her arms into the sleeves, letting him wrap it around her. His deliciously male scent enveloped her, sending her senses into overdrive. And not the kind of overdrive that had anything to do with business.

      The valet brought Gabe’s car around. He held the door open for her and she slipped into the luxurious interior of the silver-blue Porsche and sighed. So much better to be out of that crowd.

      On the way to her hotel, Gabe wanted to know how his nephew, Marco, Lilly and Riccardo’s rambunctious two-year-old, was doing. She gave him an update, smiling when he asked her what he should buy him for his birthday present, because Gabe inevitably bought Marco totally inappropriate toys. No one saw fit to correct him because, really, how could you tell a proud uncle that a two-year-old, however clever Marco undoubtedly was, was not capable of building a suspension bridge by himself?

      They hadn’t even begun discussing the events when Gabe parked outside her boutique Union Square hotel, cut the engine on the powerful beast of a car and looked at her. “Talk over a drink?”

      She nodded, even though every bone in her body told her it was a bad idea. She wasn’t sure if it was seeing Jordan tonight that made her nervous about having a man in her hotel room or if it was just that it was Gabe, but her cozy little suite suddenly seemed far too small as they entered it and he shrugged out of his jacket and loosened his tie. Steady on, she told herself, turning some lights on as he folded himself into the sofa in the little sitting room. It’s just a drink.

      He looked tired, she noticed, the lines at the sides of his mouth more pronounced than usual, the hand he used to rub his eyes shifting back to cradle his neck. The stress was getting to him.

      She walked over to the bar. “Scotch?”

      “Soda and lime if you have it. I have to drive back to the vineyard tonight.”

      “Aren’t you swamped back in New York?” he asked as she handed him his drink and perched on the sofa beside him. “How can you possibly take on a job like this?”

      “Some things have moved around in my calendar.” Moved permanently, as in out of her calendar, but he didn’t need to know that.

      He sat back and took a sip of his drink. “Us working together is a bad idea, Alex.”

      “These are extraordinary circumstances.”

      “We will kill each other.”

      “No,” she countered, “we will learn to work together. I haven’t even tried to be nice to you.”

      His smile flashed white against his olive skin. “That thought terrifies me.”

      She gave him an earnest look. “I’m the only person who can do this, Gabe.”

      He set his drink down and pushed a distracted hand through his hair. “If I gave you the business, and I’m not insinuating anything here, would you do the work yourself or will it be a case of bait and switch with the juniors doing everything?”

      “I’ve never done a bait and switch in my life,” she said matter-of-factly. “If you hire me, you get me.”

      Oh. That didn’t sound right. She hadn’t meant get her. But he knew what she meant, right?

      He shot her a sideways look. “What is wrong with you? Sit down properly, for Cristo’s sake. You’re completely on edge.”

      She pushed herself deeper into the sofa. She was on edge, dammit. It was stupidly hard to concentrate with Gabe plastered across the sofa of her hotel room looking hellishly hot in a shirt and tie that would have been ordinary on any other man but made him look like stud of the century.

      “Alex?”

      “Sorry?” She lifted her gaze to his face.

      He sighed. “What’s wrong?”

      She shook her head. “It’s been a long day.”

      He pursed his lips. Took a sip of his drink. “Convince me I should let you do this.”

      She got up, found her briefcase and pulled out a file. “Here are five case studies of events I’ve pulled off in this amount of time,” she said, handing it to him. “I can make this the most spectacular debut for your wine. I promise you that.”

      He flipped through the folder. “This is impressive.”

      “So make the call.”

      He put the folder down on the coffee table and sat back. The movement drew her attention to his superb, muscular thighs. They were so good they were impossible not to ogle.

      “Even if I did agree you are the right choice,” he said evenly, “we still need to discuss our other problema.”

      “What other problem?”

      “That problem.”

      She frowned. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

      He lifted a brow. “Tell me that was not a distinctly lustful look.”

      “That was not lustful. That was—”

      “Alex.” He angled his body toward her and captured her gaze. “You’ve been jumpy since the minute we walked into this hotel room and we both know why. You keep wondering what it would have been like to have that kiss in Lilly and Riccardo’s garden and so do I.”

      Ahh. The almost kiss. The thing she couldn’t get out of her head no matter how hard she tried. She’d been slightly tipsy, standing on a stool unstringing lanterns from a tree after all the guests had left her sister’s welcome-to-summer party, when Gabe had come looking for her. She’d been caught so off guard by his sudden presence she’d nearly fallen off the stool. He’d caught her and swung her to the ground, but kept his arms around her waist. The knowledge that he had been about to kiss her had made her grab her slingbacks and run.

      She scowled at him. “I’m working on about four hours’ sleep, that’s why I’m jumpy. Maybe you should just say yes to the contract so I can get some rest and—” She stared at him as he moved closer. “What are you doing?”

      He lifted his hand and splayed his fingers across her jaw. “Figuring out how bad this particular problema is before I make up my mind.”

      “There is no problem,” she croaked. “And if we’re going to be working together, I—”

      “I haven’t said yes yet,” he cut in, his gaze purposeful. “Right now we have no working relationship whatsoever.”

      They did have heat. They definitely had heat. She swallowed hard as it washed over her and made her pulse dance. “If I make this really bad you’ll say yes?”

      His gaze darkened. “It isn’t going to be bad.”

      No, she acknowledged, heart pounding, it wasn’t. Slicking her tongue across dry lips, she told herself she just needed to stay in control. Prove to him this attraction between them was wholly avoidable. But when he shifted his thumb to the seam of her lips in the most erotic opening to a kiss she’d ever experienced, she caved like a ton of

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