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money. He felt that I had the stamina to fight you for it and win."
    "You make it sound like war."
    "Isn't it?" she asked. "Wouldn't you do anything to get what you want from me?"
    "Yes," he readily admitted.
    "I'm exactly the same. I'll do anything too. You should be worried."
    "Are you threatening me?"
    "Just warning you, big boy. While you're busy seducing me, I'll be seducing you too. Let's see where it lands us. Let's see who winds up on top at the end."
    He snorted with derision. "You talk tough."
    "I am tough."
    He might have kissed her again, and she might have let him, but another car drove into the deserted lot. Kids barreled out the rear doors.
    "Take me home." She spun and went back to the Porsche.
    As if to prove a point, he didn't follow immediately. He remained on the rock wall, brooding, watching her. Finally, he walked over and got in. He started the car and careened down the mountain.
    It was a disturbing ride, filled with unspoken emotion and sexual tension. They were both single adults and free to tumble into any sort of relationship they wished. Would they have an affair? Should they have an affair?
    Her mind was awhirl with questions:  What were the pitfalls? What were the benefits?
    She didn't have the cool detachment necessary for a purely physical liaison, which was the reason she rarely dated. No man had ever tried to get to know her, to get close or form a lasting bond. Lucas Merriweather would be worse than all of her previous boyfriends combined.
    He was rich, traveled and sophisticated. What woman wouldn't be intrigued? But she was positive she'd like him more than she should, and she wasn't in the mood for a broken heart. Then again, it had been a long time since she'd slept with anybody, and she had no doubt he would be really, really good in the sack.
    Should she? Would she?
    All too soon, they arrived at her house. He didn't turn off the motor, didn't say a word. On the entire trip down the mountain, he hadn't spoken, and she'd been silent too. She opened the door and stepped out, and he leaned across the console to announce, "I'm taking you to dinner tomorrow night."
    "What if I don't want to go?" she asked, merely to be contrary.
    "I'll be here at seven. I'm never late, so please be ready."
    "I'll think about it."
    "Wear something sexy. Show me lots of leg."
    "I haven't agreed."
    "You will. You're eager to discover—maybe more than I am—what it could be like between us."
    "You're impossible."
    "Seven o'clock. Be ready."
    He hit the gas and sped away. She stood on the curb, scowling as he disappeared around the corner.
    What had they set in motion? Where would it lead? Where would it end? Nowhere she cared to be, of that she was certain, so why participate? Why hadn't she put a stop to it? Why had she made it so easy for him?
    The pathetic fact was that he fascinated her, and she was impatient to act on that fascination. Harold had talked about him so frequently that she felt she knew and understood him, as if she'd been waiting for their paths to cross.
    Fate was drawing them together for purposes that went beyond money, children, family, and lawsuits. If fate was driving them, there was no telling where they were headed.
    Eventually, she trudged inside. She was so morose, she could have been a lovesick adolescent, suffering through the first throes of a romance.
    When she'd been in the car with him, the world had seemed brighter, more exciting and thrilling. Without him, it was too quiet, duller, less stimulating. She wanted to return to that exhilarating moment when he'd kissed her, which was bizarre in the extreme.
    She proceeded to the kitchen where Gracie would be expecting a full report.
    "Well?" Gracie asked as she entered. "What's his plan?"
    "He picked seduction. He plans to seduce me."
    "Two can play at that game."
    "That's what I told him."
    Gracie studied her, checking that her clothes were on straight.
    "What happened?" she inquired. "Anything interesting?"
    "He kissed