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got work to do.” Neither Kay nor Sullivan responded. They never noticed when he left.
    A deafening silence filled the corner office after Sam’s departure. Like wary jungle cats, the two continued to silently size each other up, standing across from one another. Hands sliding deep into his pockets, Sullivan let his gaze leisurely glide over the small blond beauty looking at him.
    The muscles of his stomach knotting painfully, Sullivan tried to keep his true emotions hidden. In truth, every natural impulse was to reach out and touch the glorious silvery hair, shining like a halo in the morning sun. His teeth clamped firmly together, his hands were clenching inside his pockets. How he longed to jerk the pins from her hair and let it spill down around her shoulders the way he liked it.
    Those brilliant blue eyes were looking at him with that same wide-eyed innocence that had so devastated him before, and the perfect little turned-up nose was still adorable. The sweet mouth, even firmly compressed as it was now, had that soft, succulent look that made him want to pull her to him and kiss her senseless.
    She was dressed more severely than when he’d last seen her. The tailored suit only hinted at the curves he knew were underneath. A muscle flexed in his jaw as his gaze slid over her high breasts, her narrow waist, her rounded hips. The desk between them hid those long, tanned legs from his view, but he had the distinct impression that she now wore hose, unlike the natural bare-legged girl of old. But now she was no girl. She was a sophisticated, twenty-four-year-old woman. And, God help him, she was more desirable than ever.
    Slowly turning his back to Kay, he appeared to be peering out the window. In fact, his dark eyes were closed. To the majesty of the Rockies spread out before his shut eyes, he said, “Kay, have a chair.”
    Without answering, Kay took a seat, her eyes never leaving the raven-haired man with his back to her. Crossing her legs, Kay tugged at the tight skirt of her beige suit and pleaded with her heart to slow its furious beating.
    Sullivan turned around.
    The intensity had left the black eyes, but the coldness had not. “There’s a few things we’ll need to discuss.” His tone was low, conversational, as he picked up a pack of cigarettes from atop his cluttered desk, then searched for a match. The gold lighter she’d given him on that last Christmas they spent together was nowhere in sight. Kay was not surprised.
    Sullivan located a match at last, lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply. He sat down, lounging back in his swivel chair, his eyes on her. Kay cleared her throat needlessly and said, “It’s great to be back in Denver, Sul—Sullivan.”
    “Is it?” He lifted a dark eyebrow and his mouth quirked into a hint of a derisive smile. “I’d think old Denver would be a bit tame for a lady who spent the last five years in L.A.”
    “I’m a rather tame lady, or don’t you remember?” Her level gaze met his.
    Wide shoulders lifted slightly. Sullivan took another long drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke drift up around his face. “Ah, that’s true, but then that was five years ago. I’m sure you’ve learned a lot, both professionally and personally.” His eyes challenged her to deny it.
    “Sullivan, I would certainly hope I’ve progressed professionally. If not, then I’m in the wrong line of work and I don’t believe that is the case. It was you who first told me I had potential, talent, and that I should learn and polish and strive to get better each day, each year. That’s exactly what I’ve done for the past five years.” Kay took a needed breath and continued, hating the triumphant look on his smug face. She was squirming and he was quite obviously enjoying it immensely; it made her fingers itch to slap his hard swarthy cheek. “I am an air personality, Sullivan Ward, just as you are. There’s nothing that makes me happier than being on the radio and I intend to spend