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need-to-know basis.
    “Who else would feed you grilled salmon with orange scallion salsa? Or puff pastry with shiitake mushrooms and Asiago cheese?” He sensed the smile she fought to hide. “Did I mention chocolate-raspberry pot pie?” He had her with the pie, but twisted the screw one moretime. “How can you even think of giving up my cappuccino crème brûlée?”
    Holding her bottle beneath her lips, she said, “You’re the only man I know who can talk to me like that and not have me question your sexual orientation.”
    He tossed back his head and brayed. “And this from the same woman whose brother paints with watercolors.”
    “Happily affianced brother, I’ll have you know.”
    “Happily? This the same brother you said was on the outs with his woman not a week ago?”
    Tentatively, she returned the bottle to the table, as if distracting him with the slow motion, because in the next second she brought the glass down with a cracking thud. Then she snapped, “I hate how you do that.”
    “Do what?”
    She growled and turned away, so that the light from the moon fell on her blue-black hair. The severely angled layers swung as she moved, the longest strands brushing her jaw.
    The sharp razor cut was her first line of visible defense, a barbed-wire barrier keeping softness at bay. He wasn’t fooled for a second. “How I can tell when you’re not being honest? Or how I know when you’re hiding something?”
    “Either. Both.” Her head whipped back, and he sensed her eyes narrow into stabbing pinpoints, felt them nail him to his chair.
    He couldn’t help it. Aiming to get a buzz or not, he felt the first stirrings of arousal as his balls shifted between his legs.
    She used the neck of the bottle as a pointer and aimed it in his direction. “I am not going to fall for your tricks, Patrick.”
    “I’m not peddling any tricks over here.”
    “Of course you are. You think in seven weeks I haven’t learned a thing or two about you?”
    He forced himself not to stiffen; it didn’t make for a convincing drunk. “Keep it to those two and we’ll be doing okay.”
    Her exasperation was obvious as, with a deep sigh, she flopped back into her chair. When she said nothing more, he felt the first pricks of worry. Pissing her off was no way to get back into her good graces. And so he let her stew.
    She stewed, but not for long. Her chin came up as she said, “I cut you off without warning. I admit that was hardly fair.”
    Her Annabel-ized apology only had him stiffening further. He waited for the “but” sure to follow—but nothing has changed, but you still have to go, but—
    “But I have been thinking.”
    More dangerous yet. “Oh?”
    “Perhaps we can come up with an arrangement of sorts.” She held her bottle on the table, drumming her fingers along the label. “Temporary, of course.”
    “I’m all ears.” Temporary would give him the time he needed to flush a certain nemesis from whatever shadows the bastard was using for cover. Yeah, temporary worked.
    Although Patrick still couldn’t help but wonder if that was all Annabel assumed he was good for.
    “Cut your hair.”
    What the hell? “Cutting my hair is your deal?”
    She shook her head. “Your comment. Being all ears. I just realized I only see them when you tie back your hair.”
    “Is this about your Delilah complex?”
    “You’re not exactly Sampson,” she said softly. “Your hair isn’t a source of strength. It might put off more people than you know.”
    Now he was getting irritated. “What people? The ones who are supposed to be considering me for work?”
    Not that there were many of those—and there wouldn’t be until he decided what he wanted to do with his life. He had money to live on for the moment, thanks to a combination of reward and bounty money, and it seemed a waste of time and energy to take a job for the sake of saying he had one. He’d learned a lot about priorities during the last few years, and doing for