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playmate. The man whose hair she had tousled. The man she had teased. The man in the park. The man who had startled her in the costume shop and stared at her so intently.
    The man who had seemed to find every advantage …
    She felt her cheeks redden. Wesley Blake was coming toward her.

Chapter 3
    “R eggie! Reggie!”
    Rick Player was talking to her again. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t speak. Wesley’s eyes were on her as he and Max walked toward her. He had changed for the meeting, too. He wore a lightweight summer suit, handsomely tailored, one that emphasized his broad shoulders and trim waist. The suit gave him an air of civilization that seemed foreign to the gold glimmer of his eyes, to the rugged appeal of his features.
    No, it didn’t seem to give him an air of civilization. It gave him the air of a very sleek tiger, velvet to touch—until the claws came jutting from soft fur and the mouth opened in a roar to display the deadly teeth. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. He was certainly a dangerous man—and he didn’t give a damn if anyone knew it.
    Nor did he give a damn about what she might have to say about him. He was standing before her with Max at his side, and he was staring straight at her. Obviously, he didn’t care if she mentioned that they had met—or how—to her brother or anyone else.
    There was the slightest curl of amusement to his lip, as if he dared her to say whatever she chose to say.
    Anger churned inside her.
    And that heat. That same awful heat. Sweeping over her flesh as if she was nearly naked again, as if she wasn’t dressed in the conservative, encompassing red suit. And she experienced the disturbing thought that this man might make her feel naked no matter what she was wearing, and that it would go far beyond the obvious because he looked beyond the flesh and into the soul.
    She gritted her teeth. The air seemed to be charged between them. Maybe Rick Player was aware of it. Max wasn’t. But Max had big things on his mind.
    “Reggie, I don’t think you and Wes have ever met. Of course, you’ve heard me talk about him often enough. Wes, the real creative genius here, my sister, Regina. Regina, Wesley Blake. Wes, you’ve met Rick Player, right?”
    “Yes.” That voice again. Deep. Rich. And the little thrills went dancing up and down her spine.
    And still she stared at the man coolly. “We’ve met,” Reggie said smoothly, her eyes on his as she gave the assurance to her brother. “Mr. Blake neglected to tell me who he was, but then, perhaps, he didn’t know who I was.”
    His grin suddenly deepened. It was disarming. “I didn’t know right away. It’s hard to discern much about a woman when she’s wearing a large dinosaur costume. But afterward …” His voice trailed with just the slightest insinuation. “I knew. In an entirely feminine way, Miss Delaney, you have quite a resemblance to your brother.”
    “We’re twins,” Max reminded him with a shrug. “Quite a bit alike.”
    “Yes and no,” Wesley Blake said.
    Max heard nothing amiss. Rick Player did. He took a step closer to Reggie. “Dinner?” he persisted, almost beneath his breath.
    Max frowned. No matter what Reggie said, he wouldn’t interfere—not here, not now. But he was unhappy and uncomfortable and didn’t want her having dinner with Rick Player anytime, anywhere.
    Reggie wasn’t sure how she was going to opt out of it—and keep Rick on her brother’s side for the meeting to come. Max, of course, would be furious if he sensed that she would consider dinner with this man in any effort on his behalf. She was in a bind.
    “Dinner?” Wesley Blake echoed. His eyes were hard on hers. “But you already promised that meal to me, Miss Delaney.”
    She wasn’t sure if she wanted to slap him—or give him a big kiss on the cheek. He had come very intuitively into the situation.
    She didn’t want to appreciate a single thing this man might be doing for her, but what choice did she have at