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still a virgin?” he asked, his voice going down another octave.
    “Maybe we should just move on?”
    He nodded, giving me that half smile that made me fall into lust with him all those months ago. “You don’t want to answer my question?”
    I stared at him in stony silence until he grinned even wider. “You can run, but you can’t hide, Katie. For now, we’ll move on, but you will answer my question before I leave Snowberry.” He settled back in the chair and motioned to the file. “Since you’re the lead attorney on this one, tell me what we need to do next.”
    I stared at the paperwork while he rested on the edge of the seat. I needed time to collect myself because his presence here was messing with my perfectly ordered life. Work, dinner, bed, repeat. Something told me that he was taking my perfect order with him when he left my office.
    He was waiting patiently with a satisfied smirk on his face when I looked up. He knew he had me.
    I sighed because I didn’t have a good answer to his question or to the situation in general.
    “Your mother was surprisingly light on the details about anything other than the six-month stipulation,” I said. It was frustrating that I didn’t have an easy solution to this problem.
    He laughed and his eyes crinkled at the corners. I wanted to take his glasses off to rub the lines away, but I folded my hands instead.
    “That’s not surprising to me. She clearly had some greater plan which she failed to mention to anyone except Graham.”
    “Graham?”
    “My assistant in Chicago. Apparently she told him things she didn’t tell me.”
    “I see. Do you think Graham would have more details about this?” I asked, motioning my hands over the folder.
    “Nope.” He looked at his watch then back to me. “How about I take you to lunch? We can decide over a nice glass of wine what our next move is.”
    I closed the folder, leaning on the desk. “You’re assuming I don’t have another client after you.”
    He stood and straightened his lapels, then snapped each sleeve, adjusting them to the exact inch, before twisting his very large, very gold, very expensive watch on his arm. When he was finished with his show of dominance, he addressed me. “Darling, I never assume.”

 
     

     
     
    I moved the straw around in my Diet Coke contemplating my next move. I looked up from my drink to lock my eyes with his as he walked towards me from the restroom. I fought against the full body shiver that threatened as he came at me like an ocean wave. I had to get out of here as soon as possible. Spending time with him was not on my current agenda. Unfortunately, he’s a very good lawyer so before I knew what was happening, I was at Wes’s ordering lunch. He seemed more than a little surprised that it was the only place in Snowberry that you could buy a drink at this time of the day.
    “So much for that glass of wine,” he said, slipping into the booth.
    I smiled somewhat self depreciatively. “I don’t normally drink. That’s probably why I was so out of it that night. I’m pretty sure that was only the second time in my life I’ve ever had more than two glasses of wine.”
    “Is that because you’re Mormon?”
    I wasn’t able to stop the snort that escaped. “I’m about as Mormon as Wes over there,” I said, hooking my thumb in the direction of the bartender.
    “Then why don’t you drink more than two glasses of wine at a time?”
    I squirmed uncomfortably in my chair and twirled the napkin around on the table.
    He finally reached over to still my hand. “Are you a recovering alcoholic?”
    I started to giggle. I put my hand over my mouth and shook my head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. That’s just funny, because to be a recovering alcoholic I would have had to be drunk more than twice in my life.”
    He leaned his elbow on the small, round table resting his chin in his hand. He looked so out of place in the saloon wearing his expensive suit and Rolex