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quipped, “I’m fine. Other than being a little embarrassed by my…overenthusiastic show of gratitude. I’m sorry about that.”
    He narrowed his eyes, watching her every nuance while looking for a chink in the armor. “Why did you kiss me, Dana?”
    She looked him straight in the eye and said, “Because you’ve been so frustrated and withdrawn lately. I only meant to offer a little comfort, but I got carried away.” He stared at her, trying to judge the truth of her words, and she waved a dismissive hand. “For heaven’s sake, R.J., it was only a tiny kiss, hardly anything to get riled over. I realize I over-stepped myself. It won’t happen again.”
    A little kiss? Didn’t she realize he was still hard? Her little kiss had hit him with incredible impact, and he instinctively rebelled against it. No woman affected him so easily, and certainly not with a chaste peck.
    She stood there now, mild as a spring breeze, seemingly unruffled by the experience, and he just didn’t know.
    But he sure as hell intended to find out.
    He stepped toward her, his gaze hard and intent. Her eyes opened, and she started to back up. Justthen the phone on her desk rang, giving her a reprieve.
    With an apologetic shrug, she turned away. He could have sworn he saw genuine relief in her eyes as she pushed the button on the conference phone. “R.J. Maitland’s office. Dana speaking.”
    â€œDana, it’s Megan. Put me through to R.J.”
    R.J. stepped to the desk. “I’m here, Mother.”
    â€œI need you to come to my office, R.J. You, too, Dana.”
    R.J. saw that Dana was still holding herself stiffly, and there was an unnatural bloom of color in her cheeks, proving she wasn’t as unaffected by the small kiss as she’d like him to believe. He frowned at the phone. “Now?” The last thing he wanted was to walk away from this situation without resolving things first. What things, he wasn’t certain, but something had just happened, and he didn’t like it worth a damn.
    Megan’s tone was half amusement, half command. “Are you too busy, son, to spare me a few minutes?”
    R.J. glanced at Dana. She returned his look with one of polite inquiry, and he supposed there was little enough left to be said. Whatever reasons she had for kissing him, she had no intention of discussing them now. His interrogation would have to wait. “I can be there in two minutes.”
    â€œExcellent.” The phone went dead, and both R.J. and Dana continued to stare at each other.
    Dana cleared her throat and clasped her hands together. “Any idea what that’s all about?”
    Slowly he shook his head, still watching her. “Not a clue, but I guess we’re going to find out.”
    He reached for her arm, and Dana quickly grabbed a steno pad and pencil. Since Megan’s office was also on the second floor, they reached it only moments later. R.J. drew up short as he saw Chelsea Markum standing impatiently just inside his mother’s door. She glanced at him as he entered, and her smile was saccharine sweet.
    R.J. noticed Chelsea’s eyes were a dark green, but not the clear, guileless green of Dana’s. No, Ms. Markum looked devious, and he kept his own expression enigmatic.
    Megan Maitland stepped forward with a smile. “We’re all meeting in the reception hall.”
    â€œWe?” He felt Dana standing stiffly beside him, but he had no idea how to reassure her since he hadn’t a clue what was going on.
    His mother, tall and slender, gave an imperious nod of her head. “I’ve allowed one reporter, Ms. Markum, and our own press staff to be present.” As they started out of the room, R.J. holding her arm and leading the way, Megan added, “Oh, and, dear, Tanya will also be there.”
    He damn near missed a step. Staring at the top of his mother’s regal white head, he wondered what the