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wouldn’t object to her hand on his thigh, but that wasn’t the point.
    After inviting Liam to the bar, she’d gone back into Le Muse and done some judicious borrowing. Of course, she’d buy the underthings. She wasn’t that tacky. But she would put back the shoes she’d taken from one of the in-store mannequins and the bag that held her hat and her overnight supplies. The cost of the bra, panties and thigh-high stockings would put her over her monthly budget, but hell, that was more of a suggestion than a rule. Besides, it was worth it.
    She wasn’t about to flash him the whole package, not in a car, but she could give him a sneak preview.
    The first act was a dramatic sigh. It was breathy and loud enough for him to notice. She angled her face so he’d only see her in profile, but would still be able to catch the slow swipe of her tongue across her lips. Thanks to the reflective glass, she could see his head turn and his eyebrows lift. With her coat pushed open, she swung her right leg over her left, baring a swath of thigh. Her thong was still out of sight, but she’d been sure to uncover a sliver of skin above her stocking.
    His sharp intake of breath made her want to grin, as did the way he hadn’t lifted his head an inch since she started her little routine. Although she couldn’t see them, she’d bet her only pair of Cavalli platforms that those big hands of his were fisted tight, aching to reach over and touch. Aubrey—1, twitchy fingers—0.
    The backseat got distinctly hotter and his breathing kicked up a couple of notches. Tension sizzled during what had to be one of Aubrey’s favorite things in the world: the anticipation stage. Especially when it happened at an inconvenient place or time, when to act was impossible but to stop thinking about it was worse. As long as the phase didn’t go on too long—she wasn’t exactly a delayed gratification kind of person.
    Too quickly, they turned on 42 nd . Her pulse sped as the cab slowed to a stop in front of his building on West 45 th . She reached for her bag as he whipped out his wallet. He tipped well, always a good sign.
    As Liam opened his door, it occurred to her that this wasn’t theoretical anymore. Once they got inside, the lots and lots of sex would commence. God, she hoped they were compatible. If not, this whole project could theoretically go down in flames, which would break her heart. She needed inspiration, and she was pretty sure that if the ancient Greeks had had the foresight to realize that window designers would need help, muses would look exactly like Liam. And, of course, they’d be men.
    She waited while he walked around the taxi to open her door. Unsurprisingly, he took a quick glance at her lower regions as he took her hand.
    Very surprisingly, he didn’t let her go until they’d reached his second-floor apartment.
    “After you,” he said, pushing his door open.
    “I’m glad that we came here,” she said, stepping inside as she shrugged off her big coat. She meant to catch it in a striking and well-practiced move, but it slipped past her grip. Wincing hard, she didn’t let her shoulders sag as she pasted on her most convincing grin before she turned to get it.
    He beat her to it.
    Her smile became very real. “Thank you,” she said, before turning away from the door. Now was her chance to scope out the room, and learn some things about the detective.
    It was a box, like most Manhattan apartments. Small living room, kitchenette and a joke of a dining room were all on view. There was a door, though, at the far end, through which she spied a hint of a bed.
    “Would you like something to drink?”
    “Among other things,” she said, giving the decor a once-over. Leather couch in good shape, midsize flat screen on the wall, two build-it-yourself bookcases that held pictures as well as hard-and paperback books. Walking by his coffee table she saw a few magazines. Time, Runner’s World, Men’s Health. She’d already