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interview I'd call you."
    "Just answer that one question. What can it hurt?"
    Reporters could twist anything into dirt, Abby thought. "The book is a composite of exercises I conduct with my patients. End of story."
    She glanced at Lenny's picture, memories of her honeymoon flooding her.
    "And have you tried these exercises yourself?"
    Oh, had she! But she was way too smart to answer a question like that. "Listen, Mr. Stone, my private life is my business. Now good night." She dropped the phone in its cradle, praying the man would take a hint. The last thing she needed was a reporter adding to her humiliation by nosing into her personal life and exposing her secrets....
    * * *
    He would expose all of Abby Jensen's secrets, Hunter vowed, his body tingling from the sound of her seductive voice. That low, husky voice had quavered, though, as if full of emotion. For a moment he'd even thought she might be crying. Had she been upset about something?
    And if so, what?
    He dismissed the possibility, reminding himself she was cold and calculating. She'd simply been playing a seductive little game, the way cunning women did to entice a lover. Using that breathy bedroom voice, low and sexy the way a man craved in the middle of the night with the lights turned off and nothing but the two of them between the sheets. Shit.
    He stood and slammed down the phone. So the woman had a voice that could reduce a man to jelly and give him a hard-on the size of a...
    His ears were still ringing from when she'd dropped the damn phone to hang up on him. To hell with what she'd said—her private life was news now; she'd opened the door to the public when she'd become an instant celebrity.
    Yep, he'd find all the little details about her life that had led to her book, to her marriage, to her cockeyed belief that she could tell other people how to run their lives.
    The way she had when she'd convinced Shelly he was a sorry husband.
    Tomorrow he'd find out the name of Abby Jensen's publicist and see what kind of information he could weasel out of her.
    He grabbed Under the Covers along with a beer, adjusted the air conditioner, undid the top button of his denim shirt, and stretched out on the sofa to dissect the book. Tonight he'd read; tomorrow he'd research her background in even more detail, see if he discovered any ghosts lurking in her closet. Then he'd figure out a way to finagle an interview. An exclusive maybe.
    He lifted the back cover and studied her picture. Slender, small-boned. Serious, soulful eyes. Her lips were too full. Her hair too dark and curly.
    Not his type at all.
    No, he much preferred busty redheads or voluptuous blondes.
    Thank God he didn't have to worry about being physically attracted to her.
    She'd probably had that publicity photo retouched, too, so in person she didn't even resemble it. Photographers worked wonders with computers today, smoothing out age lines, covering up flaws.
    He chuckled, took a long pull from his beer, and skimmed the introduction to her book—just as he'd expected, a lot of hogwash about wanting to improve your interpersonal skills with your partner. How to communicate. Mars-Venus theory. Making eye contact. Reflective listening. Focusing on wording your needs so they became a request, not a criticism of the other person. Don't take your problems to the bedroom.
    Some of the same stuff Daryl Jeffries—aka the bastard Shelly had married—had babbled when they'd first met the shrink. Hunter yawned and flipped a few pages. Hmm, exercises to try with your lover. This must be the gritty part that had everyone in such a spin. Skeptical, he took another sip of beer and began to read.
     
    The Seductive Whisper
    There are several stages of seduction, moving from that first moment of contact to the culmination of the sexual act. Men rely heavily on their physical and visual senses for arousal, while women are aroused through all their senses and emotions....
     
    It didn't take a brain surgeon to figure