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almost two dozen people were, how would they manage with the two of them alone?
    â€œI need you to trust me on this, Morgan. You’ve already set the rules, and I said I’d abide by them,” he added softly.
    â€œOkay.” She wrote down the address he rattled off. “I should get there around nine.”
    â€œThank you.”
    â€œYou’re welcome.” Morgan disconnected and banged the phone softly against her forehead. “What am I getting myself into?” True, she had set the rules, but it would take everything within her not to break them.
    The next evening, butterflies danced in Morgan’s belly as she rang Omar’s doorbell. A measure of excitement filled her with the prospect of being able to break into the world of sports management. At the same time, she couldn’t help but wonder what her family would think. Her dad had been dropping hints about her taking a more prominent role in the company, but so far she’d been able to dodge the questions. She hadn’t told anyone aside from Brooke and Malcolm what she was doing.
    Morgan turned to look at the beautifully manicured lawn and gave herself a pep talk about keeping her attraction under control. She whirled around at the sound of the door opening. She worked hard to keep her eyes on his face. Even wearing a T-shirt and basketball shorts, the man was temptation personified.
    â€œHey. Come on in.” Omar waved her inside.
    â€œI took the back roads and managed to avoid some traffic, so I’m a little early. I hope that’s not a problem.”
    â€œNot at all. I’m fixing something to eat. Are you hungry?”
    She followed him through the foyer with marble flooring and an elegantly furnished living room to a large modern kitchen. The smells wafting from the oven hit her nose, and immediately her stomach growled. She had eaten only a small salad before her dance class and was starving.
    He laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
    Morgan smiled. “I didn’t have time to go home for dinner. Whatever you’re cooking smells great.”
    â€œWell, when your parents own a restaurant, everybody learns to cook.”
    â€œI didn’t know your parents owned a restaurant or that you could cook. Somehow that didn’t come up with the jock and playboy descriptions I’ve read.”
    He shifted his gaze from the pot he was stirring to her. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know. And don’t believe everything you read.”
    Morgan felt properly chastised, because she had believed much of what had been printed in the newspapers about him. “Fair enough. What are you cooking?”
    Omar took a spoon from a drawer, scooped a portion of what she realized was chili from the pot and handed it to her. “Taste and tell me what you think.”
    She blew on it a couple of times to cool it, then tentatively slid the spoon into her mouth. The thick, spicy concoction made her taste buds want to dance. “This is so good. Your parents taught you well.” He removed a pan of cornbread from the oven and placed it on a trivet. “That’s from a box, right?”
    â€œOf course not,” he said with mock offense. “My mother would have my head if I made cornbread from a box. Besides, this tastes much better.” He cut a few pieces, placed them on a plate and handed it to Morgan. “Can you take this to the table?”
    â€œSure.” The perfectly browned bread made her mouth water.
    â€œHave a seat.” He took two bowls out of the cabinet, filled them and took them to the kitchen table. “I made a pitcher of iced tea. I noticed that’s all you drank last weekend.”
    â€œGreat.” Had he been paying that much attention to her? Maybe she needed to reassess her original assumptions about him.
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    Omar sat across the table, concentrating on his food and trying to ignore Morgan’s seductive fragrance and how