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as her, however, looking freshly showered and devastating in a black suit and black striped tie. He glanced up and noticed her.
    “Hi,” she said.
    He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he approached, his gaze sliding down over her.
    “What? Why are you smiling like that?” she asked. She sounded breathless. His tiny, sexy smile and smoldering gaze had made her that way.
    He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a black leather box.
    “I was just thinking it was serendipity. I thought they’d look pretty with your hair, but I didn’t guess . . .”
    He faded off, shrugging, and handed her the box. Harper’s pulse began to throb at her throat as she opened the black Bulgari box.
    “Oh my God,” she muttered, stunned.
    “You don’t like them?” he asked. Guilt swept through her when she saw the flash of disappointment and worry on his face.
    “Are you kidding? They’re gorgeous,” she exclaimed. She looked down dazedly at the emerald pendant earrings. The oval drop stones were enormous—almost an inch wide at the base and glittering with inner fires. They looked like they’d come from the royal family’s cache or from the treasure chests of some Arabian prince.
    “Then put them on,” he said. She blinked and looked up. He’d come close, and he was wearing that deadly small smile again.
    “Jacob, I can’t,” she whispered, but he’d taken the box and was removing the earrings from their fastenings.
    “Of course you can. I got them specifically for you. They’re insured, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said, fluidly sidestepping the issue by focusing on a topic she hadn’t even thought of, as yet. He held the earrings up next to her face and hair. His smile grew slightly in smug satisfaction, but then he sobered.
    “What?” she wondered.
    His fingers touched her hair. Nerves along her neck danced with pleasure at the light caress. His gaze ran over her face. “You’re beautiful.”
    “Thank you,” she said shakily, her heart squeezing tight in her chest at something she read in his expression.
    “Put them on? For me?”
    Of course she couldn’t say no then. She came out of the bathroom a moment later wearing the earrings, her heart full in her chest. She beamed at him at the same time she shook her head in remonstrance.
    “I shouldn’t accept them. They must have cost you a small fortune,” she murmured.
    He leaned down, brushing his lips against her temple and spoke quietly near her ear.
    “It would have been worth a much larger one, to see that smile.”
    * * *
    The restaurant he took her to that night was in the Mission District and was called Geb. It served Mediterranean, Egyptian, and Moroccan fare. Because Jacob knew the chef-owner, they were given a prime spot on the terrace next to an outdoor stone fireplace. Thick palms and ferns surrounded their table, making Harper feel like they were the only couple dining in the exotic setting. The chef, a man by the name of Jason Savoy, came out to the table to greet Jacob and describe his favorites on the menu.
    The food was decadently good—rich and aromatic—and only added to Harper’s sensual mood. She couldn’t take her eyes off Jacob, finding him compelling and sinfully handsome in the firelight.
    She asked him about the status of his meeting with Lattice lawyers and the copyright claimant to the company he wanted to buy. He talked openly about the man’s claim, and ideas his legal team had for dealing with the issue. There wasn’t a hint of suspicion toward her in his manner. She recalled how he’d been much less worried about her coming into contact with the secretary of defense in his home than Elizabeth had been. The realization that he
did
trust her with confidences—with certain key things, anyway—heartened her.
    He wanted to know all about her meeting with Cyril and Ellie, and the progress on the film project. They were finishing their main course and laughing over one of Cyril’s many