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full-scale lecture, Erin began to wish he had given her a ticket.
    By the time she had acquired long-term parking for her car, she was next to positive she was going to miss her flight. But the Scandinavian Air Systems baggage attendant informed her that she still had a chance to make it if she hurried. With renewed hope spurring a revival of energy, Erin began to tear through the airport toward the Scandinavian Air gate.
    But Murphy’s law still applied. As she quickened her pace with the appropriate gate in view, she discovered herself blocked—too late to prevent her from plummeting straight into a pair of broad, darkly suited shoulders and from sending the tall stranger to which they were attached stumbling forward for several feet before he regained his balance. Erin teetered to regain her own balance, watching in horror as the contents of the file folder the man had been holding billowed about him in wild disarray, scattering papers about his feet as they wafted back to the ground.
    “Oh, Lord!” Erin gasped. “I am sorry!”
    The stranger turned to her slowly, brows raised, piercing blue eyes registering both irritation and amusement. Erin’s jaw lowered in weak astonishment and she gasped once more. “You!”
    It was the same man. The same jet hair with silver-streaked temples, the same ruggedly hewn bone structure angled around the same hawklike nose, full-grim mouth, and impenetrable icefire eyes.
    Graceful? Jarod queried himself once more with incredulity. Definitely not. Erin McCabe was apparently a grade-A klutz.
    “Yes, me,” he replied dryly, bending to retrieve his papers.
    Erin saw the man wince slightly at the smudges that marred his crisp white pages. Of course, she thought a bit resentfully. His appearance was fastidiously neat—surely he would never allow business correspondence to be anything but. She stooped to help him, bemoaning the fact that she would surely miss her flight, her resentment blossoming to irrational anger. If he hadn’t stepped before her, she wouldn’t have collided with him, wouldn’t now be scurrying around on the floor while her plane readied for takeoff.
    “You know,” he began to mutter, accepting a handful of papers and grimacing with reproach at the dirt that smudged them, making her feel like an errant adolescent, “there are, miss, a good ten million people milling about New York. Do you think you could possibly select one of the other nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine with whom to collide next time?”
    Erin flushed and angrily grabbed several more straying sheets of paper.
    “Stop!” he groaned. “You’re cleaning the damned floor with them!”
    “I said I was sorry!” Erin snapped.
    “Fine, you’re sorry! Now please, just leave. I’d rather do this myself!”
    Erin sat back on her heels, biting her lip. She wanted to help: she still had a minute chance of catching her flight.
    “Go!” the man barked.
    Erin was on her feet. He was rude and ridiculously arrogant, and for such an individual she certainly wasn’t going to miss her flight.
    “I am sorry,” she said tightly. “And I certainly shall make sure we don’t collide again.”
    Jarod watched her leave as he retrieved the bulk of his papers, thinking he should have had them clipped. Hell, if he’d known Erin McCabe wasn’t on the plane yet, he wouldn’t have been idly studying them to begin with. The woman was a walking disaster.
    Woman! Today she looked like a slender waif. Too slender, he thought. With her blond hair loose and just waving over her shoulders, her silver eyes wide and luminous, her thin form clad in a beige corduroy pantsuit, she looked more like an adventurous teenager than one of the nation’s top models.
    He smiled slightly as he watched her hurry in near panic. Pity she didn’t know her plane wouldn’t be leaving, not without him aboard. Jarod glanced down at his smudge-encrusted papers with a spurt of annoyance and