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probably make more of an effort in the clothing department. But she hated to shop.
    “Mark?” She said into her phone. “It’s Maeve. Pick up if you’re there.”
    Click.
    “Hello darling. How are you? When will you be here? I miss you.”
    “I’m okay. Bit of bad news, though. I won’t be in England next week. The project is on hold. I’m not sure it will go forward at all without Chef.”
    “Damn.”
    “I really need to go to Paul’s memorial and it’s in Mexico,” she said. “We’re leaving in the morning.”
    “We?”
    “Jackson and I are flying down together.”
    “Sounds cozy,” he said.
    “Yeah right, the great Jackson Dodds and me. Cozy,” she said, managing a weak laugh, holding the phone to her ear with a shoulder while she folded some T-shirts.
    “I’m serious, love, I hear he’s a real asshole with women. So be careful.”
    “Honestly, Mark. He’s my partner. I’m pretty immune to his shit.”
    “But you’re only human,” he said. “I guess I wouldn’t blame you if—”
    “Besides, we aren’t exclusive, right?”
    “Well,” he said. “We aren’t exclusive. But I’d hate to see you involved with that cad. And besides, I was hoping to talk to you about this seeing other people thing. But since you’re not going to be here until God knows when . . . it’s kind of awkward over the phone. But I’d like us to be exclusive.”
    Her heart sank. Damn. So much for the perfect relationship.
    “Mark—”
    “Promise me you will think about it and we can talk when we see each other.”
    She agreed, but knew she was postponing the inevitable. Their affair was over. She wanted to shrug it off as she had countless others. But she had hoped that this would last for years. Mark had a way of tapping into her fantasies, like no other lover.
    After she was finished packing, she fell into bed, exhausted. She slid her glasses off her face. Closed her eyes and damn if the image of Jackson didn’t keep popping into her head. Forget him. Coming to her apartment, kissing her, rubbing her feet like that, bringing her to the edge of near insanity and then just leaving. Who did he think he was?

Chapter 6
    J ackson’s brain was still in a fog as he made his way to first class on the plane. The saffron had really affected him—or maybe it had been the wine accompanying it. Next time, he would leave the alcohol out of the equation. But he had actually kissed Maeve last night—he was certain if they hadn’t been interrupted, he’d have slept with her. Was it nothing more than a lost opportunity? He couldn’t get the image of her lying back on those pillows out of his mind, pulling her panties off her, the way her thigh tasted and felt. Damn.
    The morning had been filled with checking luggage, standing in security lines, and boarding the plane. They really didn’t have to even look at each other, let alone chat. She was sitting with Alice and every once in a while he could hear them laugh. He didn’t want to talk. Not now—after making such a bloody fool of himself. All he really wanted was a real cup of coffee, which the flight attendant was bringing to him now. A privilege of first class. The economy passengers were getting the instant stuff. He breathed in the scent of it, thinking about Mexico and the last time he had been there. It was a romantic place. Some places affected him like this. He was a little concerned that things would get hot with Maeve again. They would be sharing a house in Majahuitas, which he had been to before. It was so secluded that you could not even hear the noise of the nearest city, Puerto Vallarta. In fact the only way to get to the cove where their villa was located was by boat. It was pristine and blue and, oh God, he’d love to have her on the beach.
    Yes, right on the sand was where he wanted her, even if she was his business partner. He wanted to feel the Mexican sun on his back and Maeve writhing beneath him. He imagined her sweet face, hair falling on