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an easy sell. “I’m not busy now.”
    A look of
disbelief came over her lovely face. “Let me get this straight,” she said. “You
drove all the way up here to translate a document that, four hours ago, you
told me you were too busy to translate? Plus, you called me dishonest for not
having told you the entire story about why I was there.”
    “Well, you were .”
    Her eyebrows
flew up. “Is that so?”
    “It is.”
    She scowled. “I
told you why, Dr. Henredon.  It wasn’t being deliberately subversive.”
    He nodded
patiently. “I realize that, which is why I felt bad about how I handled it.  So
I thought I’d come out here to see what I could accomplish this evening as far
as translating the papyrus.  I’m offering my professional assistance, Miss
Sherburn. I charge most people thousands of dollars for my time but I’ll do it
for you at no cost if you’ll just let me read the rest of that journal.”
    She cooled
somewhat, the lure of having him translate the papyrus dousing her temper. But
she wasn’t willing to forgive him yet for humiliating her, especially on a
subject so close to her heart.
    “No need,” she
told him, watching carefully for his reaction. “I’m going to take it all back
with me to Los Angeles and find someone there who will help me. Maybe they
won’t be too busy.”
    The warm
expression on his face faded.  His features turned stone-cold. “Sure,” he
finally said. “That’s your prerogative.  Sorry to have bothered you.”
    He turned to
leave without a fight. Morgan began to feel very bad for being such a bitch, folding
before the man had taken two steps.
    “Wait,” she
said, watching him pause and turn to her with a passive expression. She took a
couple of steps towards him, her clear brown eyes without the glare they’d held
only moments before.  “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have been mean about it. Your
offer is generous.”
    “You weren’t
mean,” he replied evenly. “You were honest. I appreciate that. Good luck, Miss
Sherburn.”
    He turned to
leave again and she called out to him a second time.  She raced to catch up
with him but with her shorter legs and his longer strides, by the time he
turned around, she smacked right into him. 
    Fox
instinctively grabbed her to steady her, finding himself gazing down into brown
eyes that were so clear and pure that he swore there was a hint of red to them,
almost like a deep brick brown.  They were quite stunning, as was the rest of
her.
    “Sorry,” she
rubbed at her nose where she smashed it against his chest.  As she looked up at
him, she was starting to feel stupid again and her guard went down completely.
“The truth is that you and I couldn’t have had a rougher introduction if we‘d
tried. You were blunt at the museum, I got upset, and, well… I’m sure I’m to
blame for everything so maybe we could just forget about the past four hours
and start over. Okay?”
    The warmth was
returning to his obsidian eyes, slowly. “Okay.”
    “Truce?”
    “Truce.”
    She smiled
timidly, dimples carving through her cheeks. “Good.” She eyed him a moment in
increasingly awkward silence before finally wriggling her eyebrows. “Now what?”
    He laughed
softly. “Have any ideas?”
    She took a step
back so she wasn’t so close to the man; his close proximity was causing her
cheeks to flush. Even in the cold weather, she was feeling heated, like she
wanted to rip all of her clothes off.  But she settled for putting a safe
distance between them.  Then she extended her hand.
    “Hi,” she said. “I’m
Morgan Sherburn. It’s nice to meet you.”
    Fox’s dark eyes
glittered as a smile spread across his face.  He took her hand, enfolding it
gently but firmly in his massive palm.
    “Hi,” he
replied. “Fox Henredon.  And it is indeed a pleasure to meet you.”
    He continued to
hold her hand and her smile brightened hopefully. “Will you please help me with
my papyrus?”
    His smile
broadened and he