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because Cassie and nervous were two words that didn’t go together. Cassie and sweet. Cassie and quiet. Cassie and sexy. Cassie and smart. Cassie and insanity. Yeah, they went together. But nervousness had no connection to the woman he knew.
    “What are you doing here?” He looked at her, standing wide-eyed and openmouthed a few feet away.
    She didn’t respond at first. It wasn’t until he saw a flush of pink color rise up her throat and into her cheeks that he realized why. She was staring at him. Hard. Looking at his body as if she’d never seen a sweaty, shirtless guy dressed in just a pair of gym shorts.
    When he realized he was seeing feminine appreciation in her stare, he took about two seconds to savor it. A visceral, completely instinctive sensation of warmth flooded his veins, making his pulse roar even harder than it had during his workout. Because the bedroom was one place where they’d never had any trouble. They’d had an incredibly erotic relationship, especially for two people who’d been pretty young and inexperienced.
    He’d tried, in the ensuing years, to have that kind of relationship with other women. But despite having sated his more powerful sexual appetites with more than his fair share of willing females, nobody had ever made him feel the way he had when making love with Cassie.
    Wyatt had to forcibly shake off the memories that instantly filled his head. Vivid, evocative memories of long, sultry nights and hot, steamy days. Both before their wedding and after. To this day he couldn’t smell the ocean without remembering what it had been like to lie on the sand with her, kissing, tasting and stroking every inch of her body. Or how erotic it had been one day to stand in the waves, the windblown whitecaps hiding the fact that beneath the surface, his hand was inside her bathing suit as he stroked her to an absolute frenzy.
    God, he wanted to touch her, ached to touch her. But that was the very last thing he could afford to do. Because one touch would never be enough.
    Finally, he managed to mutter through a very tight throat, “I said, why are you here?”
    She swallowed deeply before answering. “You left so soon yesterday, we didn’t get a chance to finish our conversation.”
    “I was finished,” he said as he unlaced a boxing glove with his teeth, not having the strength to look at her anymore. He’d sooner go ten rounds with a heavyweight than spend ten minutes looking at Cassie, being tormented by what had, for Wyatt, been the biggest failure of his life.
    “Well, I wasn’t finished with you,” she said. “Fortunately, your sister is a good listener and she heard me out. She thinks you could do remarkable things to bring Fresh Face Cosmetics to the average woman. Up until now we’ve been focused on the upscale department-store market, but we have to diversify.”
    His sister. Damn. He should have known better than to leave his office when those two were together. Jackie—his baby sister—had probably spilled every detail about Wyatt’s personal life to Cassie in exchange for a single tidbit about Brad Pitt. “Yeah, well, Jackie doesn’t work for me. She’s a student.”
    “It was nice to meet her,” Cassie said. She stepped closer, bringing that intoxicating cloud of woman-scent with her to mess with his head some more. “You should have introduced us.”
    “When, yesterday? Or eight years ago?” he muttered as he removed the second glove. Tossing them into a bin in the corner, he walked over to a stack of towels and used one to dry the sweat off his face and neck.
    She followed, so he moved again. And so did she. It was like being in a human chess game, with her countering his every move, until they stood only a foot apart.
    Wyatt tried to ignore her, tried not to notice the warmth of her breath on his shoulder, so sensual against the cool air-conditioning in the room. Focusing on the faint sound of the terry-cloth towel scraping against his skin, he tried to tune