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and brushed three times a day?”
    â€œNo. But if you were to make a serious application, I might.”
    â€œI brush and floss virtuously and visit my dentist twice a year.” Then, turning serious, he said, “Maybe you got unsuitable candidates because of where you placed the ad. I wondered about your reasoning, there. I mean, the personals would have seemed more appropriate.”
    â€œNo.” She shook her head and a fine froth of curly, light brown hair wisped free from her severe style to catch the sunlight behind her, outlining her face with a golden glow. He immediately remembered the Christmas tree angel in his grandmother’s home. He was getting far too interested in this woman for his own good.
    Women came on to Max McKenzie. He did not come on to women. He didn’t have to. There was no conceit in the knowledge, just an acceptance of facts. And regardless of what Rolph had suggested, he had no intention of putting himself out of circulation, because there were times when he enjoyed his easy popularity with the opposite sex. Getting interested in one specific woman, getting tied up in any permanent legal or emotional way would not just curtail that, it would stop it in its tracks.
    â€œI deliberately didn’t put it in the Companions Wanted section of the newspapers,” she said, “because it was to be a paid position, and I thought executives looking for other employment might be intrigued enough by the phrasing to reply.”
    He laughed. “Oh, you got that right! It drove my brother, Rolph, crazy. He subscribes to ExecNet because he’s expanding his boat brokerage firm and is on the lookout for just the right man for the number two spot.”
    Jeanie lifted her brows. “Or woman, I hope,” she said dryly.
    â€œOh, yes. Of course.” That idea, in itself, was novel. Had Rolph ever considered a woman as second in command? He had to laugh silently at the idea. As much as Rolph liked women, had more women as good friends than he really wanted, he also had definite ideas about women in positions of power. Women, as far as Rolph was concerned, should be lilies of the field.
    â€œAnyway,” he went on, “Rolph’s the one who prodded me to reply when your ad came out again today. Tell me, if you can without breaking any confidences, do you—does your client, rather—really believe that three weekends constitutes a long-term commitment?”
    Again, she laughed. Again, he felt the magic of it wrap itself around him. He swallowed hard. This was not the way it was supposed to happen. He was thirty-eight years old, and he hadn’t felt this way in the presence of a woman for more than twenty years! He had to stop his libido from getting out of control. It was as simple as that. Except, where Jeanie Leslie was concerned, controlling his libido wasn’t simple. It reminded him of a game they used to play with a greased watermelon in the lake as kids. The minute you thought you had a grip on it, it went slipping and sliding and bobbing away completely out of your command.
    â€œOf course not,” she said, replying to his question and snatching his attention back where it belonged—on their conversation, and off her incredible, sexy charm. “But three weekends was all I—we—were willing to pay for. If the man we chose hadn’t decided by then that he wanted to see my … client again without being paid, he wasn’t the right one. At least, that was the theory. I admit it was an ill-conceived idea and one I was glad to drop.”
    â€œDid the client ever find someone who fitted her?”
    Jeanie shook her head. “No. In fact, she never even met any of the candidates. I was in charge of … selection. And none of them was even remotely possible.”
    Back in the car he asked, “If my brother advertised with you, would he be likely to find what he needs? Would I?”
    â€œYes, of course, but he