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wanted to admit „How unfortunate,“ she managed to reply.
    „Your warmth of welcome is overwhelming. May I please come in?“
    „Why?“ she demanded.
    „I want to talk to you.“
    „The feeling isn’t particularly mutual. I don’t think we have anything to discuss, Mr. Sinclair, and I’m occupied at
    the moment. So would you please go away?“
    There was a short pause before the dark voice came back over the intercom. „You have someone with you?“ The
    strangely neutral tone was curiously alarming.
    „Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.“ Adena smiled grimly across the room at Max.
    „Not Jeff Carrigan, I trust?“ Holt murmured coolly.
    Adena started, wondering why he should ask about Jeff. „No, his name is Max, since you’re interested. Good
    night, Mr. Sinclair.“
    „Max? How interesting,“ he drawled. „You certainly don’t waste any time, do you?“
    Adena frowned ferociously at the intercom box. „I beg your pardon?“
    „I mean that for a young woman who just broke off a serious relationship three days ago, you’re certainly not
    letting any grass grow…“
    „How do you know about that?“ Adena demanded in an angry gasp.
    „Let me in and I’ll tell you. Actually, I know a great deal more about you than that Don’t worry, I’ll be civilized
    toward Max. I’ve come to apologize, Adena,“ he added on a gentler, more persuasive note.
    „That’s not necessary…“
    „Adena, please. I made a mistake. The least you can do is let me apologize properly. Besides, it’s awfully cold out
    here in this fog,“ he added a little plaintively.
    Adena knew she was weakening. Damn it, there was something about mat voice…!
    „All right,“ she surrendered ungraciously. „You can come in for a moment but I want your word you won’t be
    difficult when I ask you to leave. Is that understood?“
    „Yes, ma’am.“
    In spite of herself, Adena smiled at the humble response. If ever there was a man who had a hard time with humility,
    it was Holt Sinclair.
    He came through her door a moment later, filling it with a darkly masculine presence that contrasted in a vivid,
    totally virile manner with the light, luscious persimmon, white and green room. The fog had dampened his sable dark
    hair and seemed to have become part of the smoky eyes Adena remembered so well. He was wearing a coffee-brown
    suede jacket over a heathery sweater and brown slacks. At the sight of him, Adena questioned her decision to let him
    in.
    Max came forward alertly – examining, analyzing, and assessing. He stood looking up at the stranger, and before
    Adena could make introductions, Holt reached down with a grin to stroke the dog’s gray head.
    „Hello, Max,“ Holt said cheerfully.
    Adena raised her eyes heavenward. So much for that small ploy.
    „Let me take your jacket,“ she offered politely, watching as he shrugged out of it obediently. „Would you like some
    tea?“
    „Sounds terrific.“ Holt handed her the jacket, his gray eyes sweeping the room with more than casual interest
    „Something tells me your decorator wouldn’t get along at all with the one who did my place. Did you choose Max
    because his gray fur looked good against that carpet?“
    „No, I chose the carpet to go with his fur! For heaven’s sake, Holt, what a thing to say. If Max could understand,
    he’d have every reason to be offended! Just because your designer was obviously a minimalist who liked dramatic
    effects…“
    „He said it was a masculine effect“ Holt grinned in humorous protest. „And on second thought, maybe your
    designer would get along with mine. If ever there was a more feminine room… I assume a woman did it?“
    „Have a seat,“ she instructed briskly, striving instinctively to put an end to that subject „I’ll get another cup and
    saucer.“
    She watched him lower himself to the white couch where she had been sitting, reach over and turn off the
    television set as if he were right at home, and then turn his