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give a straight answer if your life depended on it.”

      “And I assure you, from time to time, it has.”

      “Let me be blunt. I’m not going to sleep with you.”

      “Who said anything about sleeping.” He knew he should stop teasing her, but she was so damned adorable when she got riled up.

      “If you think I’m some sort of weak-minded bimbo who will tumble into your bed at the first snap of your fingers, you’ve picked the wrong girl.”

      “Easy, sweetheart, I think you’re no such thing. I fully expect you to resist me at every turn.”

      With her blue eyes snapping in ire, color flooding her cheeks and her soft lips parted to deliver scathing retorts, it took all his significant willpower not to draw her into his arms and take advantage of that simmering passion.

      His facial muscles twitched as smiling became irresistible. “In fact, I’m counting on it.”

      * * *

      Most single New York women would be flattered that Roark Black had chosen them to play the part of his fiancée. Elizabeth suspected a whistle launched from his loft window would bring a dozen or so running. They’d scoff at her reluctance to get cozy with a handsome, eligible bachelor of Roark’s financial and social standing even as they trampled her in their rush to vie for his attention.

      Was she crazy to hesitate?

      There’d been an intense light in his eye as he said he expected her to resist him at every turn that told her she was smart to be wary. Her heart hadn’t stopped its distressed thumping the entire distance to Chinatown where her best friend lived. Allison and Elizabeth had been roommates freshman year and had bonded over their pathological need for organization and their mutual dislike of the girl across the hall, Honey Willingham.

      “Elizabeth.” The leggy woman with dark blond hair and dark circles under her eyes looked at her with delight. “Your timing is perfect. I just got Prince Gregory down for his nap.”

      “Sorry to stop by without calling.” Since Allison had given birth five months ago, Elizabeth hadn’t seen her friend more than once a month. To Elizabeth’s shame, it stung that Allison was so happy being a mom when Elizabeth struggled to conceive.

      “No. It’s fine. I’m happy to take any time you can spare.”

      Her friend didn’t mean anything by the remark, but Elizabeth flinched anyway. “I’m a terrible friend.”

      “No. You’re just busy.”

      So was Allison. She had her hands full with a colicky baby, but she managed to call three times a week. Elizabeth felt even worse.

      “How’s Greg?”

      “Getting better.” Allison led Elizabeth into the tiny kitchen and fetched a couple diet sodas out of the refrigerator. “He sleeps almost four hours a night now.”

      “Yikes.”

      Elizabeth tried to imagine how she was going to make things work on her own with a baby and no help. She glanced around the kitchen. Dishes were piled in the sink and baby bottles sat upside down in a drying rack. Beyond the breakfast bar, where once there had been a pristine living room with glass tables, expensive accent pieces and tons of plants, only the black leather couch remained and it was piled with a basket of unfolded baby clothes. Colorful toys and a baby swing competed for space on the hardwood floors.

      “Can I babysit for you and Keith one night? Maybe you could go out for a nice dinner?”

      Allison looked so hopeful, Elizabeth’s heart clenched.

      “That would be great. Get you ready for your own bundle of joy.” This last was said with such weariness that Elizabeth wondered if her envy over her friend’s perfect life had been a tad off base. Gasping, Allison leaned forward and grabbed Elizabeth’s hands. Her eyes burned with hope. “Is that why you’re here? To tell me you’re pregnant?”

      “No.” Elizabeth shook her head. “The last round didn’t take.”

      “Damn.” Allison’s mouth turned down at the corners. “I’m so sorry. What are you going to do?”

      “Try again.”

      “But I thought you didn’t have enough money.”

      “I’m going to ask Josie to make me a partner.”

      Allison blew out a breath. “Good luck with that.” She looked immediately contrite. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t what you needed to hear. How are you going to approach it?”

      In the face of Allison’s doubt, Elizabeth pushed aside her frustration and squared her shoulders. “I just handled my first A-list party and it was a huge success. All sorts of bookings are coming in and they all want me.”

      “How wonderful. Does Josie know they all want you?”

      On the topic of Elizabeth’s career, Allison had all sorts of strong opinions about Josie Summers. All of them negative.

      “In her own way, she knows.” But that didn’t mean Josie would ever admit it.

      “You could quit,” Allison suggested with a far too innocent expression. “Start your own event planning company.”

      “You know I can’t do that.” It was a conversation she and Allison had engaged in often in the past three years.

      “I know you’re afraid to do that.”

      “I like the security of a job with a steady paycheck.”

      Allison didn’t appear convinced by Elizabeth’s determined tone. “You could put off having a baby for a couple years while you get your business going.”

      Elizabeth rejected her friend’s suggestion with a firm shake of her head. “I’d rather put up with Josie for the next five years than wait to have a baby.”

      “You’re so sensible.” The baby monitor on the counter next to the sink erupted with cries. Allison stared at the device and held her breath as if even that small noise would further disturb the restless child.

      “Do you need to go check on him?”

      “No. He should settle down.” But the cries became more insistent and Allison heaved a weary sigh. “I guess fifteen minutes is going to be all he can handle today. I don’t know why he doesn’t collapse with exhaustion. I’m tired and he gets less sleep than I do. I’ll be right back.”

      Elizabeth expected to have to finish her conversation with Allison over the wails of the baby, but almost as soon as she vanished into her son’s room, the monitor stopped emitting noise. She returned with her son in her arms.

      “Can you hold this momma’s boy for a second?” Without waiting for Elizabeth to answer, Allison handed her the baby. “I swear he lives to drive me crazy. Just like his father.” The last she muttered, the words almost intelligible, but Elizabeth heard.

      And grinned.

      She buried her nose in the baby’s neck and inhaled his scent. This is what she was working toward. Why she’d accept Roark’s offer to pretend to be his fiancée. She needed to bring in more clients and strengthen her position as Josie’s top producer. Becoming a partner would assure her financial security and she could afford to try in vitro again.

      Her phone vibrated, reminding Elizabeth that she had work to do. As much as she wished she could linger for the rest of the afternoon, there were clients to contact and arrangements to oversee. If she was gone too long from the office, Brenda might take it upon herself to organize something and that would be extremely bad.

      The sun fell across Elizabeth’s shoulders as she made her way to the nearest subway station. Visiting Allison’s domestic haven had done her good. The parts of her psyche that had seemed frantic and out of control were calmer. She was thinking clearly instead of freaking

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