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in repose and a bust of a Native American warrior, and smiled with regret. She was going to miss this place. During her lunch hour, she often walked through rooms and studied the displayed pieces.
    Time to get going or Chloe will have my hide. Kara hurried toward the entrance. Just before she exited the galery, she looked over her shoulder at the office on the second floor.
    She shouldn’t have done that.
    Baron stood by the glass wal, his intense gaze locked on her. How long had he been watching her? Did it matter? A rush of something hot and primal slithered up her spine. She wanted to run out of the room, but couldn’t wil her legs to move.
    He looked huge and unapproachable. It was hard to see the exotic perfection of his face—a blend of his Cuban mother and Irish-American father. Not that she needed to. She had every inch of his face etched in her brain: the startling blue eyes and black hair, the smooth sun-kissed skin and the aquiline nose, the sharp angle of his jaw and the prominent cheekbones, even the faint scar that ran from the bottom of his lower lip to his chin.
    How many times had she looked up and caught him staring down. She’d like to say staring at her, but that would be presumptuous. Often she’d smile or wave. Such a simple gesture, yet she couldn’t do it now.
    “Excuse me?”
    Kara whipped around and blinked at the elderly couple trying to enter the galery. The poor man would have to run her down with his wheelchair to get inside. Heat crept up her face.
    Maybe that was what she needed, someone to knock her down and shove some sense into her thick skul.

    “I’m sorry.” She moved out of the way and grabbed the other door to ease their entrance.
    “Thank you, my dear,” the woman said with a motherly smile.
    “It was my fault realy.” This time, Kara didn’t look back.
    She hurried to her car, so embarrassed she wanted to slap herself.
    She was an idiot. No matter how much she denied it, she was attracted to Baron. Very much so. What if?
    No, there were no what ifs for the two of them. She was moving on. In fact, she’d better start thinking about something else before her mind went into hyper-drive and came up with a crazy idea.
    Chloe’s was always busy but Kara lucked out when a woman backed out of a spot just as she entered the parking lot adjacent to the spa and salon. Eager to hear the latest, she went to the salon first and was greeted by a blast of techno music. Chloe spent most of her time there working and left an assistant to man the front desk at the spa. Amid “hi Kara” and “what’s happening” from the hairdressers, her gaze sought Renee and Chloe.
    “They’re in her office next door,” someone yeled.
    “Thanks, guys.” She walked to the back, past the salon office and a back door, and into a halway with soothing taupe walpaper. The change in the atmosphere was startling. While the salon had been noisy with techno music and the scent of hair chemicals in the air, the spa was calmer, scented with herbal essences and the soothing sound of classical music in the background. Trickling water from a fountain reached Kara’s ears.

    Through a textured glass wal, she saw silhouettes of clients relaxing in chaise loungers, iced water or tea in their hands. Muted conversations between clients and employees drifted from other rooms.
    Kara turned left at the common room with its plush chairs and black glass coffee table offering a fruit basket and a pitcher of water for guests. Hardly any sound came from behind Chloe’s closed door, which wasn’t surprising. Chloe always curbed her exuberant nature when at the spa.
    Kara knocked briefly then pushed the door open. Chloe, in her trademark pantsuit and spiky red hair, relaxed in a chaise lounge, a glass of something sparkly in her hand. Champagne? Her sister, Shannon, opposite her in looks and temperament, sat on the edge of the cherry desk, while Renee on the armchair, had her shoeless feet dangling on the edge of an