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her an amused look. “She loves it.”
    “Almost as much as she loves you.”
    “Almost,” he agreed, tucking the folders under one arm. “Goodnight.”
    As he turned to leave, Wyatt wandered in, looking casual and relaxed. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his well-worn jeans, his black fedora perched carelessly atop his bronzed hair.
    The two men met eyes—and grinned.
    “Even with that gorgeous wife at home the man still works weekends.” Wyatt shook his head, reaching out to slap Grant on the shoulder.
    Grant’s brows lifted. “Coming from the man whose wife works weekends.”
    Wyatt blinked, then let out a laugh. “You’re right, I should put my foot down about that.”
    “Good luck. We both know it’s a losing battle,” Grant mused, sending one last look at Madison before slipping from the room.
    Wyatt casually kicked the door closed behind him. When he faced Madison, he spotted the envelope in her hands. He’d know it anywhere. “Everything okay?”
    Madison’s lips curved. “Never been better. The list is underway. My grandfather’s legacy is secure.”
    “Good.” He took a moment to absorb the sparks of energy radiating off of her, the fierce pride she felt coupled with the satisfaction of a job well done. It was a look she wore a lot more often these days. “Did I ever tell you how gorgeous that winner’s grin is on you, sweetheart?”
    One of her eyebrows slid up. “I like winning.”
    “I know you do.” He pushed her up against the conference table, his hands roaming up her arms and into her hair as his mouth found hers. Found home. With a quick, expert movement, he lifted her hips and slid her onto the table’s surface, enjoying the way she nipped at his lower lip and practically purred against him.
    “How’s your boat coming along?” she asked breathily, her nails digging into his back as he began unbuttoning her suit jacket.
    “I finished it. It’s fucking beautiful.” He tore aside the fabric and bit the soft, ivory curve of her shoulder, aroused by the quick gasp that flew from her throat.
    “So we’re both winners today,” she panted, slipping off his hat to grasp his length of bronzed hair tightly in her hands.
    His eyes of molten steel met hers, teeth flashing in a sharp smile. “Damn right we are. I’ll take you out to Manhasset Bay so you can see it. Maybe you can even convince me to name it after you.”
    She let her hands fall to cradle his face, filled with a fierce delight that he was hers. The ruggedly handsome blackjack dealer who’d stolen her heart that first night in Vegas had returned to swallow her whole once again. Though she’d resisted before, now she knew there was no other way.
    He was made for her, and she was made to love him.
    “Take me home, darling. I want to celebrate.”

 
     
     

     
     
    L inc could almost hear the imaginary crowd roaring as he leapt into the air and sank the basketball straight through the net. He landed on the cement with a thud and bent his knees to absorb the blow, his face lit with triumph.
    “You may be tall as a giant but you just ain’t got my moves,” Linc huffed as he faced his friend, wiping at the sweat that dripped from his face.
    Greg shook his head, out of breath. Strands of his sandy blond hair fell over his eyes. “You say that every time you make one, and then when I do you call it luck.”
    “With the way you stumble around the court, it is luck every time you make it.” Linc ducked as the ball flew at his face and bounced cheerfully into the fence.
    “You’re lucky I don’t step on you.” Greg laughed, stretching his arms behind his back. “Besides, the ladies like a tall man. I don’t know what your wife sees in you. You’re short with an ego the size of Africa and you smell.”
    Linc frowned. “I don’t smell.”
    “Dude, I’ve caught a whiff of your gym bag. You definitely stink.”
    “That just means I work for it. This sexy body doesn’t come out of nothing.” Linc