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giddy feeling was back, stronger than ever. Excitement was just around the corner, so close she could almost taste it.

      A movement to her left drew her attention. A tall, dark-haired man in an expensive-looking suit pushed his chair out just as a waiter she hadn’t met rounded the corner. Hannah could see the collision coming, and hurried forward, arms flailing. “Look out!”

      Parker Malone glanced at his watch and reached for his briefcase all in one motion. The Pink Flamingo wasn’t the type of establishment he normally frequented, but his client had insisted on this trendy uptown restaurant with its brightly colored napkins and plastic pink flamingo on every table. Parker preferred more subdued settings, but the dinner meeting had gone well, all things considered. His client left. Next, Parker had an appointment across town with his father, the legendary J. D. Malone, and J.D. didn’t like to be kept waiting.

      Parker was planning the most direct route to his father’s house when he felt a slight jab against his shoulder. His stop was automatic, his sudden jump backward a reflex action. A dark-haired woman and a pimply faced kid both stopped abruptly. Unfortunately the objects in their hands didn’t. A tray and a purse toppled to the floor. Everything else went flying. Parker bit back an expletive the same instant a coffee cup bounced off his elbow. He spun around, steaming coffee arcing like a miniature tidal wave, heading straight for the woman’s arm.

      She jumped, winced, and made a grab for her jacket. Parker’s hands were already there, whisking the jacket off her as if it were a cloth off a magician’s table. He was vaguely aware of something cold that had splattered the back of his hand, but his attention was trained on the skin he’d bared. The hot coffee had left red splotches on an upper arm that was otherwise golden brown. Her shoulders were slightly bony; her collarbone looked fragile. His gaze strayed slightly lower. She definitely wasn’t skinny everywhere. His perusal had made it as far as her chin when he felt a small object beneath the sole of his shoe. He glanced down, then lowered to his haunches and took the small square packet into his hand.

      The floor was littered with all kinds of women’s paraphernalia: combs, lipstick, one earring, keys, a pen, a pack of gum, and at least a dozen packages similar to the one in his hand. He’d known women who carried one or two, but a dozen or more? He was speechless, no small feat for an attorney with the reputation for having a razor-sharp tongue.

      “I’ll take that. I just came from a shower, and this was the consolation prize.” The woman’s voice, deep and sultry, stirred his senses; the flutter of her fingertips on his palm all it took to kick his libido into high gear. He didn’t know what the hell she meant by consolation prize, but her mention of showers evoked a potent image of long limbs, full breasts, steaming water and sultry sighs.

      “Here, le’ me help.” The waiter poked his way between Parker and the woman. “Are these what I think they are? Oh, my God, pink, yellow and blue? Cool.”

      Parker glared at the kid. “It’s bad enough that you’re inept, but you’re in the goddamn way. I have a meeting across town in twenty minutes and I didn’t plan to wear chocolate mousse on my Italian tie. This is the stuff lawsuits are made of.”

      The woman gasped, her gray-eyed gaze meeting Parker’s for the first time. “I really hope you won’t do that. I think I have something that will help diffuse the situation. Let’s find a quiet corner and get you taken care of.”

      She began scooping the remaining pastel-colored packets back into her purse. With the exception of the blood thundering through his ears, Parker couldn’t seem to move.

      “This won’t take long,” she said, rising to her feet. “I assure you that you won’t be more than a few minutes late for your appointment. If you’ll just follow me.”

      Parker rose to his feet very slowly. Regardless of how long it took, he was going to be late.

      Hell, J.D. could wait.

      She strolled toward a narrow hallway, and he followed, aware of the sway of her hips beneath that beige skirt. Upon closer inspection he noticed that the only thing nondescript about the skirt was the color. The fabric and fit were noteworthy, to say the least. She’d tucked the matching jacket over her arm. Funny, he didn’t remember handing it to her. They passed a series of doors marked Employees Only and finally entered what appeared to be a small storage room. She switched on a light, but didn’t close the door. Parker thought that was interesting but refrained from comment.

      Until a couple of minutes ago he’d thought he’d heard it all, seen it all, and experienced most of it, but this situation had all the makings of one for the record books. Assuming a watch-and-listen attitude, he stood back and waited to see what she would do.

      Her head was tipped forward, her gigantic purse held at waist level. “I know it’s here somewhere,” she said, rummaging through the bag. “I just had it in my hand.”

      “Do you—” he had to clear his throat to finish “—do this often?”

      She shrugged, the action drawing his attention to the front of a flesh-colored silk tank he’d uncovered when he’d peeled her jacket off her shoulders. “No, but I enjoy helping out now and then.” Still digging through her purse, she continued. “My best friend owns this place. You know how hard it is to get a business off the ground. A lawsuit could ruin her. You don’t want to sue, do you? I mean, the courts are already crammed with petty lawsuits, aren’t they? If I can just find that silly little package I can get you taken care of and you can be on your way.”

      The single bulb overhead cast a golden glow over her dark hair, casting a shadow on her cheeks every time she blinked. Who in the hell was she? What in the hell was she? She didn’t look like a hooker, that was for damn sure. Prostitutes didn’t wear beige suits. And he’d never seen a hooker with dewy-looking skin or hair so many shades of dark brown it had to be natural.

      “A-ha.” Smiling, she lifted a square foil package to her mouth and placed it between her teeth.

      Parker sucked in a deep breath. Okay. She didn’t fit any preconceived notions he had, but with that little package opening between her teeth, several of his fantasies swirled through his mind then dove to a place straight south of there.

      If he didn’t say something pretty soon, he was going to lose his ability to speak.

      “Lady.” His gaze got caught on her mouth and he almost chucked his conscience. She reached for the package with one hand and looked up at him, her eyes large, her lips lifted in a half smile he found stimulating as hell.

      He straightened his back, squared his shoulders, and took a small backward step. “Look, it’s a tempting offer, but I don’t have sex with women I don’t know. I haven’t in years.”

      Hannah froze. Sex? Was that what he’d said?

      A gong went off inside her skull, understanding dawning with all the subtlety of a hurricane. The consolation prizes, her assurance that she would alleviate the situation. He’d seen, he’d heard, and he thought she was a common…an ordinary…a woman who…

      She knew her mouth was gaping. Clamping it shut, she took a backward step. He’d said it was a tempting offer. Of all the egotistical…

      She could still hardly believe the insinuation. Why, she was no more a…

      A…

      How dare he…

      Why, she ought to…

      With utmost control and precision, she pulled the premoistened towelette from the little package in her fingers and shoved it into his hand. “You’d better get your mind out of the gutter, mister. And while you’re at it, clean your own stinking tie.”

      She spun on her heel and left him standing there, his eyes wide, his mouth set in a grim line, a crinkled, premoistened towelette in his outstretched hand.

      Hannah rushed headlong through the restaurant and out the side door. She hadn’t found Adrienne, but her instincts had been right. Excitement had been just around the corner. Excitement and embarrassment, that is. And nestled tightly

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