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beautiful."
    He surprised her by slipping his coat over her shoulders. It was warm from his body heat, and it smelled like him. She pulled it more tightly around her torso, and she stood with her thighs pressed to the rock wall, while he sat on it, facing her.
    With his coat off, she could clearly discern how his T-shirt hugged his sculpted anatomy, how the fabric stretched over it, how the sleeves circled his biceps.
    My, my…
    She'd previously joked about the possibility of his seducing her, and she'd thought she was kidding. Maybe she wasn't. If she could keep her head straight and her emotions in check, a quick affair might be fantastic.    
    "How do you like my car?" he inquired.
    "It's okay," she blandly responded, as if she rode in Porsches all the time.
    "You loved it. Admit it."
    "No. You're vain enough already. I don't want to make it worse."
    "You've got a ton of money now. Why don't you buy yourself one just like it?"
    "What would I do with a fancy car?"
    "Live like the rich woman you are."
    "I'm happy as I am."
    They were silent, with her staring out at the scenery and him staring at her. His scrutiny was so powerful that she felt as if he was actually touching her.
    "Tell me about my grandfather," he finally said.
    "Are you taping me?"
    "No."
    He held out his arms, indicating that he was wearing only a shirt and jeans, but still, she didn't believe him. She riffled along the lining of his leather jacket, the hem, pockets, and cuffs. Then she stepped to him and ran her fingers over his shoulders, chest, stomach, and back. She found no concealed wires.
    When she would have moved away, he clasped her waist and eased her between his thighs. She could have wiggled away, but didn't. She was content to be near him, to revel in the sizzle that ignited.
    "For someone who has nothing to hide," he said, "you're awfully suspicious."
    "I don't trust you."
    "Which is very wise. I don't trust you either."
    "What are you hoping to learn about me?"
    "I want you to confess how you convinced Harold to marry you and give you all his money."
    "I'm a witch and I cast a spell on him."
    "I wouldn't put it past you." He drew her closer so her front was pressed to his. "I'll find out eventually—unless you'd like to save me some time and expense and explain how you tricked him."
    "You're so annoying. What makes you so sure you know everything?"
    "I'm a Merriweather."
    "So am I—by marriage. Maybe you've met your match."
    "Maybe."
    Then he kissed her.
    She'd been wondering if he was thinking about it, and she wasn't certain how she felt about being right. He was her sworn enemy, so what was she doing?
    The embrace was chaste and sweet, his lips warm and soft. He didn't grope or fondle her, didn't attempt any extreme conduct. He simply touched his mouth to hers, as if assuaging his curiosity. The wind rustled his hair, the sun shone down. It was a perfect moment.
    He pulled away and dipped under her chin, nibbling down her neck to take a bite at her nape. He continued on, blazing a trail to the spot where her halter top pushed her breasts together, and she was rippling with anticipation.
    Would he tug it down to bare her breasts? Would she let him? Was she insane?
    Ultimately, he didn't proceed, and she couldn't decide if she was relieved or disappointed. He studied her, appearing stunned by what he'd just done, and she gleaned some satisfaction from realizing that she could disconcert him.
    "You had asked me," he said, "if I planned to befriend, bribe, or seduce you. I guess I've picked seduction."
    "You're assuming I'll be amenable."
    "You'll be amenable"—he was infuriatingly confident—"but I will be too. I'm attracted to you, though damned if I can figure out why."
    "Men find me irresistible," she sarcastically claimed. "You'll be defenseless against my feminine wiles."
    "Like my grandfather was?"
    "He begged me to marry him. I told him he shouldn't."
    "I bet you didn't try very hard."
    "He knew you'd come sniffing after his