locked with hers.
“Hello again. Why are you so cross tonight? Did you have a bad day?”
She wanted to say, Hell, yes, I had a bad day. Every day from now on will be a bad day. But it would be a gross display of bad manners.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound cross.” Her throat felt as if it had a rock in it.
He bent forward and she imagined she felt his breath on her face. “We don’t need false politeness between us, Casey. If you had a bad day, say, Hell, yes, I had a lousy day.”
Oh, God! Can he read my mind? “Hell, yes, I had a lousy day today and expect to have a lousier one tomorrow,” she blurted out.
“That’s better. It’s natural to resent what’s happenedto you. Don’t keep that resentment bottled up inside. It’ll be easier if you share it with me.”
Her retort was quick. “You don’t know anything about it. I’ve only seen you twice in my life.”
“In this life, but not in the others.” He made the statement a challenge and his eyes gleamed with amusement as the corners of his mouth lifted.
“I think you’re missing a few bricks!”
He threw his head back and laughed. “No, you don’t. Haven’t you ever felt as if you’ve done something before, known someone before, looked on something beautiful before? The feeling only lasts for an instant, but it’s very real at the time. That’s the way I feel about you. We could have rowed the Nile as Mark Anthony and Cleopatra; reveled in Camelot as Sir Lancelot and Queen Guinevere; walked the shores of the Deschutes River as an Indian brave and his maiden; or come across the great plains as man and wife on a wagon train. Think about it. Do I seem like a stranger to you?”
The question caught her off guard. She was conscious of the uneven hammering of her pulse under the steady gaze of his dark eyes. He didn’t seem like a stranger, but she wouldn’t admit it to him!
“If I knew you in another life, more than likely I was a rabbit and you were a hawk!”
“No. If you were a rabbit I was a rabbit.” The dark gray eyes danced with pure mischief. “Our life was short, but we did our share to insure the future of the species.”
Casey’s stomach churned with a violent emotion, which she interpreted as anger. The frown of disapproval she shot at him did nothing but intensify the devilish grin on his face.
A man this attractive must have someone at home, she thought, even if he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. She had another thought on the heels of that one. With his strength and gentleness, he would be a warm and demanding lover.
She wanted to say something clever to let him know the conversation was getting too personal and that she didn’t appreciate his humor. She looked into dark friendly eyes and suddenly the matter was out of her hands. She smiled, a wobbly, halfhearted smile.
“I rather left myself wide open for that one,” she said shakily.
“You have a very beautiful mouth, Casey Farrow,” he said softly. “I’ll see to it that it smiles more often.”
Her mood instantly changed back to anger. “Don’t practice your moves on me, Sir Lancelot. I don’t know what field you think you’re playing on, or what you hope to gain by tossing out flowers. I’ve already told you I’m not going to file a legal claim against you.” The anger in her eyes was echoed in her voice.
Dan switched on the lamp on the bedside table, replacing the gloom with soft light. Although he was still lounging in his chair, an electricity emanated from him. Casey knew that she had angeredhim. She stared into dark eyes and desperately asked herself how things could have developed to such a point. Where was her painfully acquired discipline and self-control?
“We may just as well get this relationship started off on the right foot, Casey.” His face had a harshness that made her shiver.
“There’s no relationship between us, Mr. Murdock.” She felt shaken and a little out of breath, but compelled to retort
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