LITMIR.BIZ

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      SKY’S heart sank at the tone of his voice and she felt a nervous wobble in her knees. Since she wasn’t given to wobbly knees, this was not promising.

      She had decided that the only way to deal with this most embarrassing situation was to come right out and tell it the way it was. His tone of voice, however, was not encouraging and did not help her confidence. The man had a terrible effect on her equilibrium, physically as well as emotionally, and she couldn’t help feeling swamped with trepidation.

      ‘I fell asleep in your office,’ she said. ‘I’m sorry.’

      He put his coffee down and thrust his hands in his pockets, surveying her with narrow-eyed suspicion. ‘It’s an interesting technique,’ he said calmly. ‘Do you do this sort of thing often?’

      ‘"Technique"?’ she echoed, uncomprehending.

      He nodded. ‘I’ve been told that meeting available men is difficult these days. Entire books are written on the subject.’

      Words failed her. She had seen those books. How to Catch a Rich Man, Loving a Wealthy Man is Easier. Fury and humiliation washed over her. It took all her strength to calm herself enough to speak.

      ‘I’ve never found it necessary to resort to those techniques, Mr Montana. And if I did, may I assure you that I wouldn’t choose you as my victim. You’re not my type.’

      He was absolutely, positively not her type. He was too arrogant, too smooth, too sure of himself. He ravaged beautiful rainforests.

      He quirked a mocking brow. ‘Is that right?’ he asked slowly.

      She straightened her spine and stared hard into his cool green eyes. ‘Yes, that’s right.’ It was difficult to look dignified in a wrinkled jungle dress, and she was well aware of it, but she’d be damned if she’d let him intimidate her.

      His gaze skimmed over her from top to toe. ‘Then please enlighten me as to why you ended up stowing away here.’

      ‘I didn’t stow away! I simply lay down on the sofa in your office. I had an excruciating headache.’ And I felt miserable and exhausted, she added silently.

      ‘A headache?’ You’ve got to be joking, his tone said.

      ‘Yes. A real blaster.’ She looked at him contemptuously. ‘Believe me, seducing you or any other male was the last thing on my mind. All I wanted was to get rid of the pain.’ She swung around and marched determinedly to the door. She was leaving. She would walk. She would hitch a ride on a manure truck—anything to get away from this insufferable male who thought she’d hid in his office for some devious purpose.

      She was not fast enough.

      He caught her by the wrist. ‘Where are you going?’ he demanded.

      ‘I’m leaving!’ His big hand encircled her wrist in a painful grip. ‘Let go of my hand!’

      ‘You have a car here?’

      ‘No! I’ll walk!’

      He released his grip on her. ‘I don’t think that would be wise.’ He looked meaningfully at her wrinkled party dress and her high-heeled shoes. ‘It’s going to rain and I don’t think you’re dressed appropriately for a hike in the country at seven o’clock on a Saturday morning.’

      She wasn’t. Of course she wasn’t. She glared into his cool green eyes. ‘You owe me an apology,’ she said between clenched teeth.

      ‘Not until I know why you are here.’

      ‘I told you!’

      ‘Why do I have trouble believing this headache story?’

      ‘I have no idea!’ She had no idea what the matter was with this man. Why he looked at her like this. Why he had this devastating effect on her nerves.

      He leaned casually against the door-post and crossed his arms. ‘Well, let’s go over the facts. Your name is Sky Malone and you’re a photographer.’

      ‘Yes,’ she said, staring straight into his eyes.

      ‘And supposedly you came here with Sean Kendall.’

      ‘Not supposedly. I did.’

      He nodded. ‘All right, you did.’

      She gave an exasperated sigh. ‘Would you please explain to me what this is all about? I don’t feel like being interrogated at seven in the morning!’

      He nodded agreeably. ‘I suppose it would be civil of me to offer you a seat and a cup of coffee. Come along.’ He held the kitchen door open for her and waved her in. He offered her a chair. The perfect gentleman, he was. She sat down at the scrubbed wooden table. She didn’t have a choice.

      It was a big, yet cosy country kitchen and empty of other people. The coffee smelled heavenly. She watched as he poured her a cup. His arm was tanned and muscular with a light sprinkling of dark hair. His hand was big and strong. She felt a tiny twinge of…excitement, apprehension. She drew in a slow breath. It was just a man’s arm, a man’s hand.

      ‘Sugar? Cream?’ he enquired politely.

      ‘Both, please.’

      He put the cup in front of her as well as a sugar bowl and a small carton of cream from the refrigerator. He refilled his own mug and sat down opposite her.

      ‘You told me you didn’t stay the night because you had designs on my body,’ he stated casually. ‘So what else could it be?’

      ‘Your silver,’ she said promptly. ‘Maybe I wanted to steal you blind and escape in the middle of the night.’

      ‘Only we have a burglar alarm system and all hell would have broken loose if you’d tried to leave.’

      She shrugged.

      He took a swallow of coffee. ‘Did you find any silver that looked interesting?’ he asked with mockinterest.

      ‘None.’ She put three generous spoonfuls of sugar in her cup.

      ‘Well, that’s a relief.’ He looked pointedly at her stirring her coffee. ‘You have a sweet tooth?’

      ‘Not normally, but it appears I need the energy.’ She drank greedily, feeling the sweet, rich mixture slide comfortingly into her system.

      He leaned back in his chair. ‘So it wasn’t my body and it wasn’t the silver. Interesting.’ He drank his coffee and studied her over the rim of his cup as if she were some fascinating but dangerous insect.

      She gritted her teeth. ‘Are you always so suspicious of people? Do you have some sort of paranoia?’

      ‘Not until recently.’ He smiled. It was not a friendly smile and she felt her apprehension grow. She fortified herself with another deep drink of coffee.

      ‘And what happened recently?’ she asked, trying to sound casual.

      He gave her a penetrating stare. ‘Somebody brought a lawsuit against me.’

      She took in the hard line of his jaw. ‘Oh, really? Are the environmentalists after you?’ A smile escaped her at the thought. She couldn’t help it.

      ‘You find this amusing?’ he asked coolly.

      Her smile widened. ‘Actually, yes, I do,’ she said recklessly. ‘That hotel in Ecuador is a terrible idea.’

      ‘So you told me yesterday.’

      ‘And that makes me a criminal?’

      ‘No, that does not make you a criminal.’ He came to his feet, picked up the coffee-pot and refilled both their cups.

      She added four spoons of sugar while he watched. He made her uncomfortable. The uneasiness crawled through her blood. Maybe he thought

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