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He set his empty glass down on the desk with a thud, his eyes trained on me as though I was a riddle he wanted to solve.  “Okay?” he repeated as though he thought he may have misheard me. 
    I nodded.  “I don’t pity you.  Hayden would tell me I shouldn’t believe a word you say.”
    Henrik chuckled.  “That does sound like something he’d say.  But you do believe me, don’t you?” he pressed.  “I can see it in your eyes.  You’re a smart woman, Daniella.  I think you can recognize the truth for what it is.  You’re a teacher, aren’t you?”
    “I was a Sociology instructor, yes,” I replied, feeling a twinge of sadness as I thought of the life I’d left behind.  I’d thought the pull to be in the classroom would dissipate as time went on but if anything it had just grown stronger.  I missed teaching .  To me, it was as essential to my well-being as breathing.
    “P erhaps you might be interested in my library,” Henrik offered, standing up and opening his office door.  “Collecting art is my primary passion but I’ve also built up quite the selection of books.  You’re welcome to them, if you’d like.  You’ll find the library at the very end of the corridor.”
    Apparently that was my cue that our discussion was over.  I stood, thanked him and walked out.   I was oddly pleased that Henrik had offered me use of his library.  Not only had he correctly deduced that I loved to read, but in a way it also felt like he’d made a peace offering in his own peculiar way. 
    “Daniella,” Henrik called me back at the last minute.
    I stopped in my tracks and turned.  “Yes, Mr. Slate?”
    “Join me for drinks again tomorrow afternoon,” he commanded.  “And call me Henrik.”
     

Chapter 04
    “Here you are,” a familiar voice behind me said the next day, cutting into my thoughts. 
    I looked up and blinked, feeling a bit dazed.  A glance at the window told me it had grown dark outside.  The daylight had faded and I hadn’t even noticed.  I’d been so engrossed in what I was doing that I’d lost track of time…and everything else.  I tended to get that way sometimes when I was absorbed in my work.
    “Hi,” I greeted Hayden, happy to see he seemed a bit less tense.  He looked as sexy as ever in a light grey suit, black button up shirt and royal blue silk tie.  But then he looked good in everything – with a body like that it was no wonder!  His muscles just seemed to go on for days I thought to myself hungrily.
    “You were gone when I woke up this morning,” I told him as my eyes roamed longingly over his buff physique.  “I missed you.” 
    What I didn’t say was I’d missed waking up to our morning lovemaking, our bodies entangled in the sheets as we began our day in the sweetest way imaginable.  I hoped those days weren’t behind us, perhaps abandoned in Jamaica…  Part of me hoped Hayden would read between the lines and take me right then and there, but I quickly saw he was distracted.
    “Sorry.  I had an early business meeting to attend with my father – a condition of living here with him,” Hayden rolled his eyes.  “I didn’t want to wake you because you looked so peaceful, but I left you a note on my pillow.”
    “ Uh huh, I found it.”
    “What are you doing holed up all alone in the library?” he asked, then he smacked his forehead as though that was the stupidest question ever.  “Actually, I guess I can’t say I’m surprised.  Knowing you, this is exactly where I’d expect to find you.  I should have tried looking for you here first.”  Clearly he was frazzled if he hadn’t thought of that until now.
    “Your father has the most incredible library I’ve ever seen,” I breathed.  Even though I’d been in there basking in its gloriousness for hours, I was still awestruck.  I felt like a little kid who’d stumbled into a candy factory, wonderstruck and on a delicious sugar high.  I hadn’t felt that way in a long, long