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else—fell into two categories: BD and AD. Her BD, or Before Divorce, clothes bore names like Christian Dior and Liz Claiborne. Her After Divorce clothes ran more toward Wal-Mart and Target.
    Telling herself to stop worrying about how she looked, she started down the steep driveway, her high heels making the descent precarious. The white rock house had only one story that showed from the street. She imagined a second level and small yard climbed down the cliff at the back. And, far below that would likely be a boat dock for some outrageously expensive toy. A sailboat, she thought with envy. How lovely it must be to have the money and time to while away a whole day sailing—not to mention someone to while it away with. Someone who made her feel good about herself rather than chipping her into pieces with a million little digs.
    Reaching the front door, she took a deep breath and rang the bell. Through the beveled glass, she saw someone come toward her and she pasted on a friendly smile. The door opened—and her stomach dropped to her feet at the sight of the blond man wearing a bright Hawaiian shirt. “Oh, my God!”
    “We meet again.” The man from L.A. grinned. He didn’t seem the least surprised to see her, while her head spun with memories of her embarrassing behavior and her body heated with renewed attraction.
    “What are you doing here?” she squeaked.
    “I live here.”
    “I— What— How—” she stammered. He looked every inch as attractive as before, except the shirt sported neon shades of turquoise and yellow rather than blue and red.
    “I’m glad to see you too.” His grin grew as he lounged against the doorjamb. “Kate.”
    At the sound of her name, her breath rushed out of her lungs. “How did you find me?”
    “Quite easily, actually.” He pulled a card from his shirt pocket and handed it to her. “You dropped this in the airport.”
    As she took the card, her scattered thoughts came together with a snap.
He
was Michael Cameron. Her first client. “No. There’s been some sort of mistake.”
    He gave her a teasing frown. “You mean you’re not the woman who dropped her purse on my feet?”
    “No! I mean, yes I am, but—” She pressed her fingertips to her forehead. “Look, I apologize if I gave you the wrong impression. I’m usually not so ...” The word “loose” came to mind, but she swallowed it down. “Forward. Now, if you’ll excuse me—”
    Panic kicked Mike into action the instant she turned to leave. “Wait a second.” He leapt forward to block her way up the drive. “Where are you going?”
    “I told you, there’s been a mistake,” She glared at him with the same green eyes that had teased him in L.A. “I’m not, you know ... for hire.”
    “What?” He frowned in confusion, then laughed. “I don’t want to hire you for
that
.” She looked relieved but still nervous, and he sighed. “Why don’t you come inside so we can talk?”
    “I don’t think so.” She glanced toward her car.
    “I promise, it’s perfectly safe,” he insisted. “And my job offer is legitimate.” Well, perhaps offering her a job hadn’t been his initial reason for calling the number on the card. While talking with the owner of Wife for Hire, he’d simply decided that hiring Kate was the easiest way to get to know her. After the way she’d run from him in Dallas, he feared she’d turn him down flat if he asked her for a date. As for the rest of his plan, the name of her friend’s business had inspired that. “If you’ll come inside, I’ll tell you what I have in mind.”
    “No funny stuff?” She narrowed her eyes.
    “Not even mildly amusing stuff. Besides,” he said, “your friend Linda knows you’re over here, right? I’d have to be pretty stupid to try anything.”
    She mulled that over a moment, then nodded. “All right. I’ll give you five minutes.”
    “After you.” He waved an arm for her to precede him into the house. The moment she crossed the