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rubbed her hands against his shirtfront. Silky all the way.
    He stepped back from her.
    Disoriented, she opened her eyes. He’d left her drained and wanting.
    He smiled a knowing smile. “It’s my turn to make a grand exit. I’ll pick you up at eight.”
    He walked out of her office before she could blink.
    As soon as the door shut behind him, everything came crashing down. Catherine cursed her shameful reaction to him … and his ego. Like hell, she’d meet him at eight that night.
    Like hell.

Three
    “Is there really a codicil?”
    Miles watched his grandmother nibble on a paté sandwich before replying. He had taken her to afternoon tea at the elegant Barrymore Room atop the Bellevue for some answers to his growing questions. He had quite of few where Catherine was concerned.
    Lettice finally set down the sandwich. “Do you know that your cousin Rick did not once take me to afternoon tea at the Ritz in London when I was there a few months ago? We went to Madame Toussaud’s instead.”
    “Did you give him hell for being negligent?” Miles asked, amused by her aggrieved tone.
    “Better than that,” Lettice said. She smiled in satisfaction. “I married him off.”
    “And if I believe that, you’ve got a bridge to sell me, right?” Miles said, laughing. He’d heard family grumblings for a year or so about his grandmother meddling in his cousins’ private lives. Naturally, she’d never get away with it with him. “Now whatabout this codicil of Allan’s? I wanted to ask you last night, but you left shortly after Catherine did.”
    “That’s what you get for that mess of a dinner, Miles.”
    “Grandmother,” he prompted.
    “Allan showed the codicil to me months ago.” She sipped her tea. “He’d had it drawn up by a new lawyer. He said his own were in cahoots with Byrne.”
    “Can you remember who the lawyer was?”
    She shook her head. “That name eludes me. Catherine’s been after me to remember, and I’ve racked my brains with no luck. Are you going to help her find the codicil? She can save Wagner Oil with it.”
    “Knowing the family, they would contest it.”
    “You mean Byrne. But there’s enough of them who wouldn’t want the scandal. They would stop Byrne.” She arched her eyebrows. “I see you already had one scandal this morning.”
    Miles grimaced. The media were having a field day with the company’s “No comment.” “Catherine couldn’t get them to see reason. Neither could I.”
    Lettice poured more tea into her cup. “You like Catherine.”
    He grinned, remembering the kiss in her office … and the results. He still didn’t know how he’d kept his control. “I’m taking her to dinner tonight.”
    “How surprising,” Lettice murmured. “It’ll make up for last night’s fiasco.”
    He frowned. Something in his grandmother’s expression bothered him. Did she know about the kiss in the garage? How could she? He couldn’t see Catherine telling her.
    “So where are you taking her?” Lettice asked.
    “A very intimate restaurant.” He smiled, anticipation building inside him. This time, the evening would be perfect. He had seen to that. “She’ll love it,” he added.
    “I am pleased.”
    It sounded like Lettice’s seal of approval, Miles thought in amusement.
    “You would hardly know Devlin is your twin,” she murmured.
    Miles shrugged. “Dev does as he pleases. So do I. What brought him up, anyway?”
    “A thought.” Lettice shrugged, then changed the subject. “You know, if you do help Catherine find the codicil, she would be grateful.
Very
grateful.”
    Miles steepled his fingers together. His grandmother just might be on to something.
    She was making the worst mistake in her life. Maybe.
    Catherine gazed into the full-length mirror and grinned at her reflection. She knew she shouldn’t be going out with Miles. But it was too prime an opportunity to resist, and she was glad she’d realized that. Miles was used to elegant women, so she had a