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summer. He swept his tongue against hers, suddenly desperate for more of that taste—more of the flavor that was uniquely her —and he felt his control of the situation rapidly fleeing.
    Something inside of him shifted as he dragged himself away from her.
    What was this? And why was it suddenly impossible to see anything but her?
    …
    Keira wanted to fight the rising sensations, knew she should fight them, but she’d be damned if she could even tear her gaze from his lips.
    “Why? H-How?” She sputtered to come up with some coherent thought when all she wanted to do was kiss him again. “Why did you do that?”
    “ We did that.” His voice was calm as he reached for her wineglass and handed it to her, their fingers brushing. The moment was fleeting, but she could have sworn his hand trembled oh so slightly, and she took some comfort in the fact that he wasn’t completely unaffected by their kiss.
    He took a sip from his own glass. “It’s just like I said. It’s simple.”
    Simple? It was anything but. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
    “It means there’s something between us. Something very good. There’s no reason not to act on it. We’re healthy, single adults.”
    “At war with each other.”
    “One doesn’t have to affect the other.”
    She resisted the urge to gasp, instead channeling the sudden charge of anger to focus her wayward thoughts. The man might be able to kiss like a pro, but he wasn’t about to use it—or her—to railroad her company. “There is no one . Or other, for that matter.”
    “What’s the phrase?” He swirled the wine in his glass, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Make love, not war?”
    “Seeing as how I’m not a peace-loving hippie or a woman who goes down without a fight, I don’t see how it applies.”
    “We want each other. That’s enough.”
    “I’m not a woman who makes it a habit of sleeping with my enemies.”
    “Who do you make it a habit to sleep with?” The question was deceptively casual, but she didn’t miss the glaze of male possession that marked his features. The lines in his forehead stood out in sharp relief to his narrowed eyebrows, and his fingers dug into his thighs, turning the tips white.
    “This conversation is over.” Reaching for her evening clutch, she stood. “I’ll see myself out. As you mentioned, my apartment is right around the corner.”
    “I’ll walk you.”
    “There’s no need.”
    “You’re not walking home by yourself.”
    “I’m awed by your sudden streak of chivalry, Nathan. Especially since, if I just interpreted the subtext of your last several comments appropriately, you seem to think it’s a no-brainer that I’d fall into your bed while you attempt to take over my company.”
    “It’s not an attempt, Keira. For your company or your bed.”
    “You’ll have neither.”
    He smiled slowly and saluted her with his wineglass. “I’ll have both and we both know it.”

Chapter Three
    “What happened to you last night? One minute I see you at the hotel bar and the next time I glance over, you’re being escorted from the ballroom by Nathan Cooper.”
    Keira glanced up from where she tapped away on her laptop, unable to stop the frown Mayson’s words evoked. “Nothing happened. Or not much, anyway.”
    “Not much?” Mayson’s eyes widened as she beelined her way to the chair opposite Keira’s desk. “You have details?”
    “No,” she said. Then she amended herself with a quiet, “Yeah, well, sort of.”
    Mayson was already reaching for the phone at the edge of the desk. Before Keira could blink, Camryn’s voice shot out of the speaker. “What?”
    “Get in here. Now.”
    “Mayse?”
    “Yeah. It’s me and I’m in Keira’s office. Just like we thought, something happened last night, and I’m about to get details.”
    “I’ll be right there.”
    Keira frowned at the phone but resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at it. She turned toward her youngest sister. “Why are