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golden, curvy woman who could make his mouth go dry with just a glance.
    He’d arrived in town before his parents had returned from Munich. At loose ends, he’d seen the gala tickets on the refrigerator and figured he’d go and see what he could discover. What he’d discovered was that charity fundraiser crowds were the same everywhere: older, well-heeled, sedate. And then he’d seen Max.
    She might have chosen a conservative dress but nothing about her had been sedate, particularly the glint in her eye. It had spoken of ambition, a thirst for challenge, a taste for adventure.
    Of course, the glint currently in her eye reminded Dylan more of a lioness stalking her prey.
    His father continued, thankfully unaware. “Dylan will be here full-time until the proposal deadline. You’ll be working with him the same way you did with Jeremy.”
    â€œOf course,” Max said after a beat. Her smile held something Dylan didn’t entirely trust. Max was many things, but he knew already that working with her would never be easy.
    â€œDylan will eventually have to go back to Dubai, of course.” Hal’s BlackBerry buzzed and he silenced it impatiently. “When the project goes into the construction documents phase, Max, you’ll be our pointperson here. Dylan will just consult as necessary. Any questions?”
    â€œNo questions,” she said.
    â€œGood. I know you two will do a great job. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get this call.”
    â€œâ€˜When the project goes into construction,’” Max repeated, giving Dylan a sidelong glance as they rose. “Better get working on that rain dance, Your Highness.”

Chapter Three
    C ats had nine lives because they were good at landing on their feet, Max reminded herself as she punched the call button for the elevator. And as soon as she got her breath back after being sucker punched, she’d land on her feet, as well. So things had turned out differently than she’d hoped. It had happened before and she’d survived. She’d managed Jeremy and she could certainly manage Dylan Reynolds.
    Assuming she didn’t strangle him first.
    She heard the sound of footsteps on the polished maple floor at her back. “Taking a break?” someone asked.
    It didn’t surprise her even remotely to turn and find him there. “Thinking.”
    â€œAbout the project?”
    â€œAbout what constitutes justifiable homicide.” With a ping, the elevator arrived.
    He raised a brow. “Should I be scared?”
    â€œWhy, do you feel guilty?” She stepped into the empty car.
    He followed and gave her an amused glance as he stood by the control panel. “Where to?”
    â€œMe? Or you?” The doors rolled shut.
    â€œUs. I’m pretty sure I already know where you’d like to tell me to go.”
    â€œOh, but it would be so fun. Your Highness,” she added. In the dim confines of the elevator, he was too close, but she refused to give in to her impulse to step back. Instead, she reached past him to push the button for the ground floor. “Does your father know that you’ve gone native and bought a title? Or is that just our little secret?”
    He caught her hand as she withdrew it. “You were the one who jumped to conclusions.”
    A jolt of heat and surprise ran up her arm. Her pulse began to hammer.
    Max raised her chin. “You’ve got my hand.”
    â€œI know.” He took his time inspecting it. “No rings.”
    â€œNo.” She tugged but he held on. For a breathless instant, he raised her hand toward his mouth, then turned it to sniff at her wrist, inhaling her scent. “Nice perfume.”
    Max snatched her hand away. This time, she didstep back. Her breathing had sped up, she realized in annoyance. “So this is all my fault? I didn’t make up the name. You should try for something a little better, by the way. Sheik Al-Aswari