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stay away from him. But she wasn’t even in town forty-eight hours and she couldn’t manage to keep her mind or her lips off him.
    “Don’t believe everything you read.” He brought the mug to that kissable mouth again, took a long sip, and then continued. “My family is an easy target for those rags. My father’s in the senate, and every time a president from the opposing party takes office, my old man publicly fights with him every chance he gets. My mother is an heir to one of the largest diamond manufacturers in the country. Their only son is the starting pitcher for the number one team in baseball. We sell papers.”
    “So all that stuff about you and those girls isn’t true?”
    “I didn’t say that. I just said don’t believe everything they print about me.” He grinned, probably because he was impressed with some of the things printed about him. “If you change your mind about me and you, I promise you won’t regret it.”
    “You’re something, but I’m going to pass.” She pulled the hair tie from her hair and redid her ponytail. “Unless you want to grab dinner or something and we could get to know one another. See if there can be more than sex between us.”
    “Like a date?” More confusion.
    “Another foreign concept?”
    “We’re wasting time with this conversation.”
    “I don’t think we are. It’s all very telling.”
    “How are we ever going to hit the sheets, princess, if you don’t get these silly fairytale ideas out of your head?”
    “That’s not the problem.”
    “It isn’t?” His towel dipped lower than before, exposing more of that complex tattoo of his. How she ached to see the whole thing.
    “The question should be how are we ever going to hit the sheets if you don’t start believing in fairytales?” She winked and headed for the door. “Can you tell Ryder I’ll wait outside for him?”
    She had to get out of there. If she stayed, he would talk her into having sex. And while she wasn’t against letting him do all kinds of wicked things to her, now was not the time. Playing hard to get might be just the way to tempt her bad-boy.
    She glanced back and smiled at him, noting the stunned look on his face before making her way onto the porch. She leaned against the railing and took a deep breath. Staying strong with a man who looked like him, talked like him, and kissed the way he did was going to be tough.
    * * * *
    “Fuck!” He tossed his cup in the sink, no longer in the mood for caffeine. He needed something stronger, but it was way too early for a shot. He had to get this girl out of his system. She was trouble. He could feel it.
    “What’s wrong?” Ryder asked as he looked around. “Where’s Rosie?”
    “ Rosalie is waiting on the porch for you.” A man couldn’t even get a cup of coffee in his own house without bumping into the most stubborn, confusing woman he’d ever met.
    “What’s got you so pissed off?”
    “Her.” He pointed toward the door, disgusted by the fact that he’d let her get to him more than once. “She does things to my head.”
    “Yeah, I’m real sure it’s your head she affects.”
    “Fuck off.” Holt never let a woman torture him. Why was this one so different? Why was she inside his head? He hadn’t slept all night. Every time he closed his eyes, images of his sexy kitten dominated his every thought. He had a contact list full of babes stored in his phone. All he had to do was call one of them and be put out of his misery. But he didn’t want any of them. He wanted her .
    “Ah, what’s wrong? Found a woman you can’t conquer?” Ryder laughed. “Serves you right for all those girls you screwed around with.”
    “I can have any woman I want.”
    “Obviously.” Ryder glanced out the window. “You’re going to have to play by a whole new set of rules with this one. She’s something else. Totally out of your league.”
    “No kidding.” He gazed out the window and watched as she stretched. Her tight little