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confusion. He called her friend, and she felt elated, yet she knew he wasn’t offering her a lifetime of love and devotion. She crossed her arms over her chest, then lifted a hand to rub her forehead. “I don’t—” She bit her lip. “I don’t know. I need time to think.”
    “You said you cared for me as more than a boss,” he reminded her.
    She felt the sting of humiliation at how she’d laid her emotions bare for him to see. “That was before you told me you didn’t believe in love.”
    “So you prove my point. You can’t count on emotions. Yours have changed.”
    “I think it would be more fair to say I didn’t have all the facts. I didn’t know everything about you.”
    “When do you ever know everything about someone else?” he asked. “You don’t.” He took her left hand in his and rubbed her ring finger, then met her gaze. “It’s right for us to be married.” He closed his hand around hers and drew her to him. “Right in a lot of ways.”
    He lowered his head and took her mouth in a gentle, but firm caress, and she felt the coil of sensual tension inside her tighten. She felt his fingers splay through her hair, tilting her head for better access. He was a heady combination of masculine control and passion, and Kate struggled with overwhelming seductive and forbidden wishes.
    He slid his leg between hers and she felt the evidence of his hard arousal against her. Kate remembered how easy it had been to fall into his arms before. Was she ready for that again? The thought cut through the haze of passion, and she pulled back and ducked her head. Her lips and mind were buzzing.
    “I need to think,” she said, staring at the open collar of his shirt. She knew his chest was strong. She knew how his bare chest felt against her hands and cheek. Kate closed her eyes. “This isn’t helping.”
    She heard him exhale deeply; his impatience shimmered between them. She knew that sound. She’d seen it and heard it a hundred times, but it had always been business-related.
    “I don’t remember you being this stubborn,” he said in a wry voice.
    Kate glanced up at him. “Different circumstances,” she said.
    He tilted his head to one side. “How’s that?”
    “You used to be my boss,” she said. “Now, you’re not.”
    He nodded, taking her measure. “Works both ways.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Like I said before, now that you’re not my assistant, you’re fair game.” He lifted her hand to his mouth and brushed his lips over her fingers. “We’ll talk soon.”
    Her fingers burned as she watched him walk out the door. She felt as if she’d walked into a cyclone, or perhaps one had walked into her. She rubbed her hand over her face and sagged against the wall. She hadn’t counted on Michael’s insistence. She hadn’t counted on him pursuing her with the samefervor and intensity with which she’d watched him pursue his business interests.
    Her chest tightened when she remembered the you-can-fight-but-you-won’t-win look in his eyes. Her emotions were all over the place. She felt exhilarated, seduced…. She spied his financial statement on the floor and scowled in disgust. She scooped it up and crumpled it into a tight little ball.
    The man was a mass of contradictions. He wanted to protect her, seduce her and marry her.
    But not love her.
    Kate didn’t know what to do. This was definitely not a sentimental story of a proposal on bended knee in the ice cream parlor. She tried to imagine repeating this story to her child. “Yes, a lot of men propose with words of love and devotion and diamond rings, but your Daddy brought me his financial statement instead.”
    Kate groaned and tossed the paper across the room.
     
    The next morning Kate left before Michael could call or visit. She invited her close friend, Donna, to meet her at a park in downtown St. Albans for lunch. Kate had known Donna since they’d both entered Virginia Tech’s computer science program as freshmen, and she