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and tight. With her red-brown hair, pointed little chin, pouty lips and wide brown eyes, she didn’t need much makeup. Her mind was quick, her tongue rapier sharp and she’d made it more than clear that she wanted him to leave her alone. Which would be best for everyone involved, he knew, but there was just something about her that kept drawing him in and firing his blood.
    Forget it. She’s your client.
    Not technically. She hadn’t hired him.
    But her brothers had.
    You have to keep this relationship professional.
    Relationship? What relationship? Hell, she can’t stand to be in the same room with me.
    Oh, yeah, right. Like you haven’t been through this before. And like last night never happened.
    She’d put Joshua in his room and then after Kurt had sneaked down the stairway, she’d followed him and found him in the darkened living room where only embers from a dying fire gave off any illumination.
    He’d already poured himself a drink and was sipping it quietly while staring through the icy window to the blackened remains of the stable.
    “You were watching me,” she’d accused, and he’d nodded, not turning around. “Why?”
    “I didn’t mean to.”
    “Bull!”
    So she wasn’t going to let him off the hook. So be it. He took a sip of his drink before facing her.
    “What the hell were you doing upstairs?”
    “I thought I heard someone, so I checked.”
    “You did. It was me. This house is full of people, you know.” She was so angry, he could feel her heat, noticed that she hadn’t bothered buttoning her nightgown, acted as if she was completely unaware that her breasts were visible.
    “Do you want me to explain or not?”
    “Yeah. Try.” She crossed her arms under her breasts, involuntarily lifting them, causing the cleft between them to deepen. Kurt kept his gaze locked with hers.
    “As I said, I heard something. Footsteps. I just walked upstairs and down the hall. By the time I started for the stairs you were there.”
    “And the rest, as they say, is history.” She arched an eyebrow and her lips were pursed hard together. “Get a good look?”
    “Good enough.”
    “Like what you saw?”
    He couldn’t help himself. One side of his mouth lifted. “It was all right.”
    “What?”
    “I’ve seen better.”
    “Oh, for the love of St. Jude!” she sputtered, and even in the poor light, he noticed a flush stain her cheeks.
    “What did you expect, Randi? You caught me looking, okay? I didn’t plan it, but there you were and I was…caught. I guess I could have cleared my throat and walked down the stairs, but I was a little…surprised.” His smile fell away and he took another long swallow. “We’re both adults, let’s forget it.”
    “Easy for you to say.”
    “Not that easy.”
    Her eyes narrowed up at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “You’re pretty unforgettable.”
    “Yeah, right.” She ran her fingers through her hair and her nightgown shifted, allowing him even more of a view of her breasts and abdomen. As if finally feeling the breeze, she sucked in her breath and looked down to see her breasts. “Oh, wonderful.” She fumbled with the buttons. “Here I am ranting and raving and putting on a show and…”
    “It’s all right,” he said. “I lied before. I’ve never seen better.”
    She shook her head and laughed. “This is ridiculous.”
    “Can I buy you a drink?”
    “Of my dad’s liquor? I don’t think so. I…I might do something I’ll regret.”
    “You think?”
    She let out a breath, glanced him up and down and nodded. “Yeah, I think.”
    He should have stopped himself right then while he still had a chance of taking control of the situation, but he didn’t and tossed back his drink. “Maybe regrets are too highly overrated,” he said, dropping his glass onto a chair and closing the distance between them. He noticed her pulse fluttering on the smooth skin of her throat, knew that she was as scared as he was.
    But it had been a long