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between her and William Knight.
    “Mr. Knight,” she said, as if trying to explain the beginning of time to a six-year-old. “I came out this morning to enjoy a quiet jog around the lake. I am not in the mood for early morning bantering with you or anyone. If you wish to continue this conversation, I suggest we do so on your time. This is my private time and I’d appreciate keeping it just that.”
    “Ah, but you see, Honey, your time is my time.”
    “Yeah? Explain that to me.”
    “The wages I pay you.”
    “I’m paid for the time I work,” she said. She hated this man with an intensity that set her teeth aching. She idly wondered how many years you got for justifiable homicide and what the hell she could use for a weapon.
    “No, not quite,” he said and either the sun was glinting in his eyes or they were twinkling. They were amazing eyes; crystal clear and sparkling like jewels. “If you read the CE job specification you’d see that your extraordinarily large wage entitles me to your services when and where I deem necessary.”
    “I think a lawyer might put a slightly different interpretation on that clause and as I neither have a manuscript or as much as a pencil tucked inside my shorts, Mr. Knight, I find it rather difficult to believe you need my services at this precise moment.”
    His gaze lowered. “Hmm, you’re so right, there’s absolutely no room.”
    No matter what she said, he drew her back into reminding her she was a woman. “As much as I am enjoying this stimulating conversation, I’m beginning to freeze, so if you don’t mind — ”
    He gave a bow to his dark head. “I’ve no shackles around you, Honey,”
    She had to have the last word even though deep down she knew it was useless, that somehow William Knight would always come up trumps. “It appears to me that you seem intent on looking for trouble?”
    “I never got anything worthwhile without trouble.”
    “Only because of the way you choose to live,” she said. “I myself like a more sedate type of life.”
    “Sedate or boring?”
    “My life is neither boring nor any of your business,” she said.
    She couldn’t despise this man more if he were talking her into buying an unwanted set of outdated encyclopedias. He’d coolly taken her job from her and now he was speaking to her like they were as familiar as old friends. Familiar? She’d like to get as close to him as she would a cane toad with measles.
    He made to touch her again and she spat the words at him. “Don’t touch me. I warn you I practice Krav Maga.”
    He laughed and anger flamed her brain. She made to move away, stumbled and fell into his arms, her body hard against his. He held her tight. His eyes connected with hers. And she recalled the time when the fire alarm had gone off at work and panic had ensued. The same chest-tightening fear, the same sense of unreality that she was in a situation she couldn’t handle.
    His head lowered and his lips brushed hers. All the breath left her body at the mere anticipation of his kiss. He claimed her mouth. The kiss was electric. Her whole body responded. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she thrust herself closer to the power of him. His kiss was sweet and beyond forgetting.
    Bells rang.
    Her toes sizzled inside her sneakers.
    Totally hot.
    “Honey.” He whispered her name. She ignored the heat burning in her groin and that she wanted, with all her might, to kiss him again and again, because to tell the truth she was scared witless. She’d been kissed before — no, retract that, she’d never been kissed until William Knight had kissed her.
    A fireball sizzled around her heart. She was totally alive and vital. The colors surrounding her took on a more vivid hue. She sighed and raised her face to his, waiting for his next kiss.
    A small triumphant laugh and her senses returned in a bolt of savage lightning.
    She jerked away from him. Humiliation replaced desire. She wiped her hand across her burning lips.