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relationship than sex. About which,” he added shortly, “you know precious little.”
    â€œI can learn,” she murmured.
    â€œDamned fast, judging by tonight,” he agreed with a wicked smile. “But physical pleasure gets old quickly.”
    â€œBetween you and me?” she asked, her eyes adoring him. “I don’t really think it ever would. I can imagine seducing you in all sorts of unlikely places.”
    His heart jumped. He shouldn’t ask. He shouldn’t… “Such as?” he asked in spite of himself.
    â€œSitting up,” she breathed daringly. “In the front seat of a really elegant European sports car parked right in front of my house…”
    His blood was beating in his temple. She made him go hot all over with those sultry eyes, that expression…
    â€œYou’d better go inside,” he said tersely.
    â€œYes, I suppose I had,” she murmured dryly. “It really wouldn’t do, would it, what with the risk of someone coming along and seeing us.”
    It got worse by the second. He was beginning to hurt. “Tiffany…”
    She opened the door and glanced back at his hard, set face. He was very dark, and she loved the way he looked in evening clothes. Although now, she’d remember him with his shirt undone and her hands against that sexy, muscular chest.
    â€œRun while you can, cattle baron,” she said softly. “I’ll be two steps behind.”
    â€œI’m an old fox, honey,” he returned. “And not easy game.”
    â€œWe’ll see about that,” she said, smiling at him. “Good night, lover.”
    He caught his breath, watching her close the door and blow him a kiss. He had to get away, to think. The last thing he wanted was to find himself on the receiving end of a shotgun wedding. Tiffany was all too tempting, and the best way to handle this was to get away from her for a few weeks, until they both cooled off. A man had to keep a level head, in business and in personal relationships.
    He put the car in gear and drove off. Yes, that was what he should do. He’d find himself a nice business trip. Tiffany would get over him. And he’d certainly get over her. He’d had women. He’d known this raging hunger before. But he couldn’t satisfy it with a virgin.
    He thought about her, the way she’d let him see her, and the aching started all over again. His face hardened as he stepped down on the accelerator. Maybe a long trip would erase that image. Something had to!
    Tiffany went back into the house, breathless and worried that her new experiences would show. But they didn’t seem to. Wyatt came and asked where she and King had been and she made some light, outrageous reply.
    For the rest of the evening, she was the belle of her own ball. But deep inside she was worried about the future. King wasn’t going to give in without a fight. She hoped she had what it took to land that big Texas fish. She wanted him more than anything in the whole world. And she wasn’t a girl who was used to disappointments.

Chapter 3
    â€œW ell, King’s left the country,” Harrison Blair murmured dryly three days after Tiffany’s party. “You don’t seem a bit surprised.”
    â€œHe’s running scared,” she said pertly, grinning up at her father from the neat crochet stitches she was using to make an afghan for her room. “I don’t blame him. If I were a man being pursued by some persistent woman, I’m sure that I’d run, too.”
    He shook his head. “I’m afraid he isn’t running from you,” he mused. “He took his secretary with him.”
    Her heart jumped, but she didn’t miss a stitch. “Did he? I hope Carla enjoys the trip. Where did they go?”
    â€œTo Nassau. King’s talking beef exports with the minister of trade. But I’m sure Carla took a bathing suit along.”
    She put in