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pool fridge with more mineral water?” Nikki asked Viola the housekeeper in a sweet voice.
    Viola smiled as she walked past Kirsten.
    â€œCan I get you anything?” the older woman asked, as always, eternally gracious.
    â€œDon’t add me to your woes. I’m strictly self-serve around here,” Kirsten offered with a smile of her own.
    â€œIt’s only going to get worse when the rest of the guests arrive. He’s got another model and two brokers coming tomorrow,” Viola added.
    Kirsten almost shuddered. “There’ll be a run on Scotch and rice cakes in town.”
    Laughing, Viola went toward the kitchen.
    Kirsten was about to leave also when she saw Seth enter the pool area from the stables. He didn’t see her; he seemed to have eyes only for Nikki.
    Stepping behind a rough-hewn pillar, Kirsten watched, a sickening feeling in her stomach. She didn’t want to get involved with Seth Morgan,but she feared her rational mind was telling her one thing, and her heart and hormones another.
    Seeing him interact with another woman was not something she enjoyed, but she couldn’t look away. Her curiosity took over.
    They were discussing something. Neither seemed particularly demonstrative toward each other, but Kirsten wondered if she herself was putting a spin on that.
    Seth seemed to settle an issue, and Nikki, appearing as self-involved as Kirsten expected, simply sat back in her lounge chair and resumed tanning.
    Not wanting him to see her, Kirsten darted behind the cabana and walked toward the house. She went to the desk in the large kitchen and absentmindedly went through her list for the barbecue.
    â€œMiss Meadows—”
    Kirsten was startled. Seth stood right behind her, studying her with that wintergreen gaze.
    â€œYes?” she answered coolly.
    â€œNikki needs to call her agent—would you bring her her cell phone? She said it’s on the bed.”
    She nodded.
    He almost seemed to want to smirk. But he added nothing else before he walked away.
    Fuming, Kirsten went up the rough-hewn staircase.
    Besides her room and Seth’s suite, there were three guest rooms at the back of the house. Hoping and praying she wouldn’t have to go looking for the cell phone on Seth’s bed, she went to the back of the hall.
    All three guest bedrooms were unoccupied.
    Nikki must be staying with Seth, Kirsten thought.
    Strangely disheartened, she went toward Seth’s closed door.
    They’d shared only a kiss and a few pleasant moments. There was nothing between them, and his girlfriend had every right to stay wherever she wanted while in his home.
    Nikki Butler was his girlfriend. His girlfriend, she repeated to herself silently.
    She was going to have to remember that while Nikki was here—and most especially once the model left. Seth Morgan was dangerous. He played the field and cared nothing of the women he left in his wake.
    After what had happened to her mother, Kirsten was doubly appalled that she’d had even a fleeting thought of a relationship with the handsome lout. Her own experience with men had been wary, at best. She’d made her own badchoices. One in particular, James, was even still hanging around Mystery, nagging her for more dates even though they’d broken it off after James had lost his temper one night. She had no patience for that kind of man, and so far she’d met few that weren’t like her father—narcissistic.
    So she and her new boss had had one kiss, Kirsten told herself. It meant nothing. It was an error in judgment by both of them, and that was all. The fire in her mouth when he’d deepened the kiss was all that seemed to affect her brain lately, but what she’d have to concentrate on was how cold her feet had been with the stream rushing around her boots. The coldness was what she needed to concentrate on now. Just the coldness.
    She opened the waxed knotty-pine door to his bedroom.
    Her expression