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chose comfort and function for everyday wear. They wouldn't wear their silk shirt to dump the trash or drink beer with the guys. Not enough tourists stopped through either.
    But women didn't need a reason to buy something pretty. Maybe sexist, and a generalization, but the clothes industry focused on women for a reason.
    She spotted him in the corner, smiling at a customer. No one she recognized, but it still made her wipe damp palms on her jeans.
    She turned to study the ties displayed on headless mannequins, of all things. This man really went all out. She should have researched him. Running a hand down a rich navy blue tie, she had to give Nathan his due. Most people only spotted the difference between silk and silky nylon due to the price. The tie slid between her fingers like butter.
    Damn him.
    “I thought you weren't selling,” he asked.
    Lynne snatched her hand back, faced him. “My assistant mentioned he’d perused. I decided to scope out the competition for myself.”
    He unbuttoned his suit jacket. “Let me take you on a tour. My assistant will take care of the customers.”
    She tried her best to come up with something witty. “Aren't you hot in that suit?”
    “I am, actually.” He slipped off his jacket without another word and oozed capable in the way he placed his jacket over his arm. He was damn near delectable when those shoulders were as broad without the help of the jacket.
    She had to say something, if only to remind herself who he was. “You attack everyone that comes in?”
    “Greet, and yes.” He gestured to the sign over the cash register. Grand Opening Sale. 50 percent off. Oh, this man was really good. “Plus, I want the customers to have a first impression of me that will stay with them.”
    “Trust me, my first impression of you will stick,” she quipped and remembered she had wanted to jump him in that first moment. Well, double damn. Moving on .
    She cleared her throat. “I noticed you sell only name brands.”
    He nodded. “I sell quality. I sell—”
    “The American Dream,” she finished for him.
    He leaned against the shelf of ties. They didn't budge, which probably meant he had the shelves reinforced. She might be able to hate him if she didn't respect him so much.
    “I like that,” he said. “The American Dream.”
    “You shouldn't. The problem with dreams are that they rarely come true, and when they do, reality gets in the way.”
    “I didn't peg you for a cynic.”
    She shrugged. “Realistic.” He raised a brow and she gave. “Okay, cynical, but you didn't strike me as a dreamer.”
    “I'm not, but it's what I sell.”
    She glanced at the cufflinks on his shirt. Real diamonds. “You're a total dreamer, but I'm not here to psychoanalyze you.”
    Lynne stepped forward. He placed a hand on her shoulder to hold her in place. The touch was fleeting, but her stomach jumped just the same.
    “I'm interested now.” He placed his jacket on the smooth, mahogany wood surface next to him and crossed his arms. “No one,” he chuckled, “has ever accused me of being a dreamer.”
    Why couldn't she keep her observations to herself? And why did he have to be charming?
    She said, “Because everyone looks at you, how you talk and carry yourself. It's conflicting.” The statement made her frown.
    “And what is it you see?”
    She heard the amusement, the disdain in his tone, and decided to go for the kill.
    “You think you know what people want, and it's really what you want. On some level you want the American Dream. The house, kids, wife, and the happily ever after. It's probably why you're going after my store. You see its potential, and in your head it's all about money when it's not. I won't speculate about your childhood, but I'm sure that's where your need to be a success, to be the American Dream, came from.”
    The charm instantly changed to something much darker, something akin to grief. Lynne took a step back. Really, from now on she would keep her