tight. âYou donât know me that well, Kate, so Iâll forgive the assumption that I would have the slightest interest in what youâre doing down there.â
Kate glared. âIâm sure you didnât get where you are in business without knowing the first step in a successful negotiation is to know thine enemy.â
âWeâre not negotiating.â But he didnât deny they were enemies. âThat would imply some leverage on your part. As far as Iâm aware, you have none.â
She stiffened her back. âI have twelve weeks.â
His eyes darkened. âNews travels fast.â
âItâs an important time frame for my team. Of course I checked.â Sheâd been calling the probate authority every few hours until the timeline had been announced.
âWhatâs stopping me from shutting this door and only opening it in three months when your time is up?â
Kateâs heart hammered. Absolutely nothing. âThe hope thatthereâs a decent human being in there. And that bullying people is just what you do for giggles these days.â
His left eyelid twitched but he didnât move otherwise. â You came to me . Twice now.â
A hiss squeezed out past tight lips. âMr McMurtrie, I donât enjoy debasing myself. I donât have the luxury of walking away from all of this, much as I might like to.â She swallowed hard. âIâm fighting for my lifeâs work here.â
Itâs all I have.
Her heart pounded the words out in Morse code and she shoved the prickle of concern down deep. Somewhere in her subconscious, she knew that she needed to get some life balance back. That sheâd put her whole life on hold for this project and that, somewhere in the past three years, it had started to feel normal.
But life balance could wait. Changing Grant McMurtrieâs narrow mind was what mattered now.
He stared at her long and hard. âIâll give you one hour.â
Kate almost sagged with relief. âThank you.â
He turned for the house. âIâll just get my keys.â
Her hand shot out to curl around his wrist. Warmth pinballed between them. âUh, can I ask you to take a shower first?â
He turned back slowly. Deliberately. She swallowed hard.
âIâve been battling the artesian pump,â he said darkly. âI wouldnât have expected the seals to be bothered by a little honest sweat.â
âActually, itâs the opposite. You smell too good.â Heat blazed high into her cheeks as the words tumbled from nervous lips. âI mean, too human . We donât wear deodorant or fragrance or even perfumed shampoo in the field. It helps stop the seals from scenting us coming.â
If any more blood rushed to her head she was going to pass out. Ground, open up and swallow me now.
âThat explains a lot.â Those green eyes bored into her, butthen they softened. âIf I have to smear seal dung all over myself to disguise my scent, Iâm not coming.â
The humorous murmur was like a lifeline tossed into the Sea of Mortification; Kate grabbed it with both hands. âOf course not. That would be a criminal waste of a perfectly good sample.â
His straight lips opened to speak and then twisted in the closest thing to a smile sheâd seen him offer. âGive me fifteen minutes.â
âIâll see you out there.â Standing around compliantly while Adonis took a shower was not part of her plan. âDo you know where to come?â
âDaveâs Cove?â
Kate nodded and turned for her car but, before she could relax even a bit, he called after her.
âThe shower is coming off your sixty minutes.â
With every breath, the power seemed to shift further and further away from her. Sheer bravado kept her walking. She flicked her hand in the air as though dealing with gorgeous, clever, angry men was an everyday occurrence and called
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