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looked up as the waiter approached with their meals. “Since I’m going to be here for a couple of weeks, I imagine we’ll have plenty of time to work out your … payment.”
    Several minutes passed while Jack ate his eggs and April tried to digest his interpretation of “payment.” Jack had more success with his meal.
    “Are you going to eat the rest of your toast, or turn it into more bird feed?”
    April looked down at her plate to find one half of her slice of toast shredded into little bits. She’dmanaged to take a whole bite out of the other half. Pushing her plate away, she picked up her tea and took a sip, wondering why she was always the one searching for control when they were together.
    “If you’re done with that, may I?” He gestured to her plate. “I missed a few meals along with the sleep.”
    “Help yourself. I can call the waiter so you can—” She broke off as he picked up her slice of toast and turned it, sinking his teeth into the same spot she had.
    His gaze met hers over the crusty edge as he took another bite. She sat there, transfixed as he polished off the crispy slice, one tantalizing bite at a time. She’d deny it to anyone who asked, but Jack Tango turned the simple act of eating toast into an erotic event. If he licked the butter off his fingers, she swore she’d dump the entire pot of tea in his lap.
    “No need for a waiter,” he said finally, thankfully using the linen napkin to wipe his hands. “I’ll admit to having a big appetite, but sometimes it just takes something small and tasty to satisfy it.”
    While she was busy trying to decide if there was a hidden meaning in that statement, he dropped the real bomb.
    “As for our deal, I don’t care when you put in your time. But I do mean to collect,
mi cielo
. And my services don’t come cheap.”
    April stared hard at Jack, her defenses instantly back on full alert. Somehow, in the space of a day, Jack Tango had breached walls she’d spent ten years building. Maybe she’d been a fool all along and just hadn’t been tested.
    More probably it was his unwitting use of the Spanish endearment she’d thought never to hear again.
    Mi cielo
. My sky.
    She ignored the swift pain of unforgotten memories. There was no way he could have known how much hearing those words would hurt. Just the same, the memory served to insure that whatever it was about him that triggered such a strong attraction would have to stop. Right here. Right now. No amount of spontaneous physical combustion was worth that kind of risk.
    “I’m certain we can come to an agreement.” She placed her napkin on her empty place mat. “I’m sorry, but I have to go. I know you must be starving, so please let me send Antonio back over. Our menu is a bit eclectic, but I’m sure you’ll find something you’ll like. Our chef is French, but he prides himself on his adaptability.” Her nerves were making her ramble. She stopped, quickly gathered her clipboard and cellular phone, and stood.
    “Pride is a big thing around here.” His voice was steady, with no discernible inflection to reveal his mood.
    She risked one last look at him. “I think that’s one concept we both understand.”
    “And I think we understand a whole lot more than that.”
    April took a second too long to react and he reached for her wrist before she could move away. She stilled, looked down at her wrist imprisoned in his gentle, but firm grip, then stared directly at him. “Let go of me, please.”
    He immediately complied. “I’m sorry, no offense intended.” His tone was sincere. “I just wondered if, before you ran off, you’d like to end the suspense and tell me what it is I just agreed to do?”
    April’s face heated. She felt like an overly sensitive idiot. “Of course.”
    Jack leaned across the table and slid the forgotten tack sheets out from under her place mat. “Would it have anything to do with these?”
    She nodded mutely, but Jack didn’t notice. He was