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wife would show up at that moment so she’d have something else to focus on.
    When she finally felt she was under control enough to face him, she decided to use that exact point to back him off. “And what would your wife think, Mark?” she whispered. “Would she be okay with you hunting up your ex to ‘have a talk’? To hash out old hurts?” She shook her head, ignoring the shock in his eyes. He hadn’t guessed she’d known about his marriage, then.
    “I doubt it,” she continued. “Most women wouldn’t go for that. In fact, you might want to consider not even letting her in on the fact that you suggested Seaglass in the first place. I’m assuming the two of you are still in your ‘honeymoon’ phase. Knowing you brought everyone down here so you could have a chat with your ex might put a damper on things. Now I’m finished with you. Eat your lunch and go away.”
    Without another word, she whirled around and marched through the kitchen, ignoring the faces of her employees as she made her way to the back office. Thank goodness the manager wasn’t in so Andie had the room to herself.
    The sound of the broom and dustpan being put away outside the office pulled her attention. “I’m so sorry, Roni. I had no idea …”
    But it wasn’t Roni. It was Mark. She couldn’t believe her friend had allowed him back there.
    “I didn’t get a chance to reply, so I told her I’d bring this stuff back.” He stepped into the room, and without asking or even seeming to consider it a question, closed the door.
    When he took a long step toward her, her breath hitched, and he pulled himself up short.
    “Well hell, Andie. I’m not going to hurt you.”
    “I didn’t think you were,” she spat out. Her breath had caught purely at the idea of having him that close, but she wasn’t about to tell him that. He was a big man, over six feet, and it looked as if he hadn’t lost any of the taut muscles she’d once become so familiar with. Finding herself face-to-face with him was much different from having a bar and a few feet between them.
    And furious with him or not, there was still a pull she’d never been able to ignore. Being in a small, confined room with only the two of them snarling at each other did nothing to dim it.
    Plus, he was seriously hot when he was angry. Always had been.
    A flash of some of the best angry sex she’d ever had popped through her mind, and she felt her cheeks begin to heat. This time, not because of her anger.
    His eyes sharpened as he watched her. They lingered on her warm cheeks then flicked quickly over her body as if aware of exactly what she was remembering. When he returned, his gaze landed directly on hers.
    “Say whatever it is and leave, Mark. I’m too busy for games.” And far too busy for the testosterone in the room.
    He crossed his arms over his chest and his jaw did that spasming thing again. “Good, because I’m not here to play games.”
    She edged her chin up, not feeling nearly as in control as she’d like him to believe. “Then what are you here for?”
    The phone rang. They both glanced at it, but she ignored it. Roni or one of the employees would get it when she didn’t. She made a rolling motion with her hand for him to get to it. She didn’t have all day.
    He took a half step closer and lowered his hands to his side. His tone warmed. “Are you doing okay, Andie? I mean, really okay?”
    She glared at him. Seriously?
    He sighed. “Fine. I just …” He lifted his hands palms up. “I was worried about you at first. Afraid you would think …” He shook his head instead of finishing the sentence. “And then you wouldn’t even talk to me.”
    She couldn’t help herself. She pressed her hands to the desk in front of her and leaned in, putting herself much closer to him than was smart. “What?” Her tone was not pretty. “Afraid I would think that there was something wrong with me because you sent your friend to our wedding instead of coming yourself?