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with practiced confidence, trying to ignore the little white lines of annoyance that suddenlyedged his mouth. He looked as though he might be about to let loose with an angry roar. She tried to forestall it with another smile.
    â€œQuite a coincidence, isn’t it?” she said cheerfully.
    He glared back at her, the twinkle in his eye gone, the dimples vanished. She missed those dimples like crazy. Aside from being sexy, they’d been reassuring. There was nothing reassuring about his current expression. He looked like an angry thundercloud about to dump a flood on a world with which it was greatly displeased.
    â€œIt really is a coincidence,” she swore solemnly, holding up her hand.
    Finally, his stormy expression wavered, then softened. And then he was chuckling.
    Lindsay stared at him indignantly. “What’s so amusing?”
    â€œYou.”
    â€œMe?”
    He nodded, then laughed again, shaking his head. “You’re quite a surprise.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œMy agent’s description did not exactly do you justice, Ms. Tabor.”
    At least he knew her name. Morrie’d probablytaken it in vain in very graphic words her mother would wash her mouth out with soap for using. Lindsay waited expectantly for him to say more...about the contract, about his agent, about her. Nothing. “Well,” she prodded at last. “What did Morrie have to say?”
    Mark threw up his hands. “If you insist. Let me try to recall it exactly. He said you were, and I quote, ‘more aggressive than a damned Doberman. If she’s got a heart, it must be made of iron and her mind’s like a damned steel trap.’ He threw in a few other, more colorful adjectives, but I’m sure you get the drift.”
    He looked over at her, his eyes twinkling again. “I gathered that you must have turned down his advances. Morrie doesn’t take rejection well.”
    Lindsay’s mouth had settled into a grim line. “I told him to take a flying leap off the George Washington Bridge.”
    â€œThat must have crushed him.”
    â€œI don’t think a steamroller could crush him.”
    He chuckled. “In the long run, you’re probably right. Defeat never lasts more thana minute or two with Morrie. That’s why he’s such a good agent. He really liked you, you know. He told me I was being a stubborn, damned fool for not sitting down and talking to you about this contract. He said you were just my type.”
    Lindsay was confused. “But you said...”
    â€œI said his description didn’t do you justice. He didn’t say a thing about those bright green eyes of yours.” A finger reached out to gently outline the curve of her cheek, just below her eye. Lindsay felt her skin grow warm, responsive.
    â€œOr the way your lips curve into a sexy pout when you’re thinking. Or the shimmering silk of your hair.” A handful of short, dark auburn curls ran between his fingers, as his eyes captured hers, teasing her with their mischievous twinkle. “Or the fact that you’re hardly bigger than a kitten I could hold in the palm of my hand.”
    His voice was soft and husky with sensuality. It washed over Lindsay in soothing, enrapturing waves. She tried to snap herself out of the hypnotic spell he’d cast over her again. This wouldn’t do. Not at all. She was supposed to get this man to sign a contract andshe had no intention of doing it by tumbling into bed with him. And if she didn’t get a grip on herself she hadn’t a doubt in her mind that bed was exactly where they were headed. Unlike old Morrie, the sleaze, this man clearly could wrap her around his finger—or do far more, if he chose—with a single little come-hither glance.
    She tried to revive every ounce of her irritation when he’d failed to show up for their previously scheduled meetings. She’d spent a frustrating extra two days in New York,