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drink and then moved past him into the living room and collapsed on the sofa.
    “Anna.”
    “You should have been honest with me from the beginning,” I said calmly.
    “About what? That I was a lawyer?”
    I glanced at him and he looked confused.
    “Jesus.” Was he being deliberately stupid?
    “Anna, seriously? What?”
    “About the fact that you knew exactly who I was, that you wanted information about Allen & Smith, that you were using what you knew about me to get laid or something.”
    “What? When?” he asked.
    “In New York.” He couldn’t think I hadn’t realized what he’d been doing.
    “You think I knew you worked for Allen & Smith when we met?” he asked, his voice lighter. I didn’t respond. “How would I have known?” he asked.
    Silence.
    “What, and I arranged for you to be in New York, at the same bar as me?” I hadn’t quite worked out how he’d managed to bump into me.
    “And at lunch the following day.” I prompted.
    “Well, yes, that’s true. I did know you were going to be at lunch at that place the next day.”
    My head snapped round to look at him.
    “I didn’t tell you because it made me look like a stalker but I wanted to see you again and the only information I got from the concierge about you was where you were going to be.”
    “Oh. My. God.” I knew it. I knew it. “And how did you know I’d be in that bar?”
    He stood up from the chair opposite me and took his jacket and tie off and came to sit next to me. I didn’t move a muscle.
    “Is that what you think? That I arranged the meeting with you to get information about Allen & Smith?”
    I stayed silent.
    “You are officially crazy,” he said softly.
    “Don’t try and make me out as crazy. You’re the one stalking me,” I huffed.
    “Think about it Anna. What information did you pass me about Allen & Smith?” I did think about it. I hadn’t even told him I was a lawyer, let alone anything about where I worked.
    “I found out you worked there during the announcement—when I saw you.”
    I looked at him sideways.
    “Then how did you know my name was Anna?”
    He reached out and pulled me onto his lap. I didn’t resist him. Maybe I should have. But I wanted to believe what he was saying.
    “I didn’t know, beautiful. I just thought it suited you.”
    My stomach fluttered as he called me beautiful. Damn you stomach.
    “And you strong-armed the concierge to find out where I was lunching the day after we met? That’s weird.”
    He nodded. “Yes, a little out of character for me.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I wanted to see you again. Haven’t I told you, you’re fantastic in bed?”
    He grinned and then nuzzled into my neck and I let him.

Ethan
    It felt so good to have her in my arms again. Too good. She’d calmed a little, but she seemed so stressed I wasn’t sure how long it would last.
    “So it was coincidence? Meeting at the bar and my name?” she recapped.
    “Yes,” I spoke into her neck, trailing my lips across her skin.
    “And your firm’s take-over or merger or whatever of my firm is coincidence?”
    “You think I arranged the merger so I could see you again? You’re not that good in bed.”
    She laughed and I felt her relax against me.
    “So that’s a lot of coincidences,” she mused, ignoring my erection that was pressing against her hip.
    “Uhuh,” I mumbled and nodded.
    She lay her head on my chest and I stroked her hair.
    “It’s nice to see you again,” she whispered.
    “It is? I was getting the distinct impression you were thinking the exact opposite,” I teased her.
    She moved to look at me, our noses almost touching. “I’m sorry. It’s just . . .”
    “Don’t, it’s fine.” I moved my hand to cup the back of her head and she leaned forward, just a fraction. Did she want this?
    “Ethan,” she whispered so softly I wondered if I’d heard it in my head. “Ethan,” she said, louder this time.
    I pulled her head toward me took her bottom lip between my