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moment.”
    Julianna had no idea what he was talking about until he nodded to one corner of the room. There she saw Jessica poking Edward in the middle of his chest as she said something angrily to him.
    Turning away from the scene, Julianna realized she wouldn’t have any help from Edward’s area. “I don’t feel very well. I think I’ll call it a night,” she whispered, looking down at her feet and praying to get out of there with some dignity intact.
    James looked at her swiftly, concern etching his face. But what he saw wasn’t a woman in pain. Rather, Julianna appeared to be frightened of him and terrified of what he made her feel. “I’ll see you home,” James said, already relishing the idea of getting her alone and away from all of these people with their prying eyes and the press who were just waiting for some juicy piece of gossip.  He pressed a button on his cell phone, giving his driver warning that they were leaving the building and he should be out front as soon as he could get there.
    Julianna grimaced. Well, that wasn’t what she’d planned! It was hard enough to be close to James in a crowded ballroom. She didn’t want to conjecture on what might happen if they got alone in the back of a dark limousine with no prying eyes to slow down this raging lust she was feeling for the man. “No, please, I don’t want to ruin your evening as well. Just stay and have a good time and I’ll talk to you later.”
    “Not a chance, Princess,” he laughed. “Besides, I really do need your help. I want you to help me choose some pieces of furniture for my new house.”
    She looked up at him, strangely warmed by his unintended compliment. “You want to buy pieces from my gallery?”
    He watched the pleasure come across her features and something relaxed inside of him. “I’ve heard you’re the best dealer in the industry. Of course I want your opinion. Where else would I go?”
    He held open the door for her and she stepped out into the cool, fall air, taking a deep breath and feeling as if the world had just sprouted sunshine everywhere even though it was nighttime. “I’d be more than happy to help you with your house. Just stop by my gallery when you have time and I’ll show you some pieces.”
    He led her over to the sidewalk as they waited for his driver to pull up from the back of the ballroom. “The pieces can’t be too prissy, right?” he cautioned, knowing that she might prefer the daintier examples that he’d break the first time he sat down in a chair.
    Julianna laughed and shook her head, enjoying his look of wariness. It was a refreshing change from the heat and lust she usually found in his eyes. “Of course not. Antiques have stood the test of time with grace and dignity and I’d never give you anything that would be too feminine.” She looked at him from the side before she said, “Unless you were really misbehaving and I could get some amusement out of you breaking the chair, that is.” The limousine pulled up at that moment so she thought she could slip away quickly.
    He looked down at her, startled by her teasing comment. A joke coming from his beautiful ice princess? Surely not! But the evil look that came over her at that moment shocked him so much that he threw back his head and laughed, delighted in her genteel personality that still had interesting sparks. “So you think my pain would be entertaining, eh?” he asked as he leaned forward, pressing her back against the side of the car, enjoying the way she shifted slightly against him as if she wanted his body in a certain place against her softness.
    “Entertaining? Absolutely. Satisfying? Most definitely.” She smiled up at him, feeling relaxed all of a sudden. His laughter was a balm to her nervous body and she ached to reach up and feel his lips and run her hand along his strong jaw. Instead, she pushed her hands behind her back, afraid she might give in to the temptation.
    Fortunately, a long, black limousine