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receiver. “Let me call you back.”
    And she hung up.  
    Darcy pulled the phone away from her ear, staring at it.  
    “It’s mine, isn’t it?” Will’s deep voice was redolent with satisfaction.  
    Darcy whirled around.  
    He was sitting up on the couch, running his hands through his unruly hair. “That was Janet, right? Telling you that you have to vacate because the place is mine. You made a mistake; you belong in number five or seven or one of those.” He gestured toward the far end of the U-shaped set of condos.  
    “She’s going to check into it, that’s all.”  
    He just looked at her. And with that look, last night came rushing back. Dammit. She never, ever should have had sex with him.  
    “I helped myself to breakfast. I’d ask if you minded, but I think I did you a favor cleaning that crap out of your kitchen.” She belatedly realized what she’d implied. “I mean, your food. Which doesn’t belong in my kitchen.”
    The man had the temerity to grin. “You don’t like healthy food? Why am I not surprised?” He disappeared into the bedroom and came back a moment later, clad in sweatpants and a clean T-shirt. She watched as he padded to the kitchen. At least he was wearing clothes, but the graceful way he walked, the play of muscles under his shirt was—oh God, she had to stop looking.  
    “Food? Is that what you call it? I thought you gathered up a few sticks and leaves and stuck them in a box.” Wow, that was kind of mean. What was wrong with her? She knew how to play the game, how to be polite no matter the provocation. Negotiating with suspicious businessmen around the world had taught her that much, surely. Will brought out the worst in her.  
    He seemed unfazed, simply raising one eyebrow, irritatingly supercilious. “You want to eat junk? Fine. Not in my home.”
    “Mine.”
    “You don’t know that.” He scooped blueberries onto his twig granola, then cut up a whole banana and threw that on top. Ah, so that was how he managed to eat the stuff. He buried it.  
    “You don’t know that it’s yours. Maybe Janet made a mistake with your paperwork, not mine. By the way, what did you do with my sleeping bag? It was here when you moved in, wasn’t it?”
    “That was yours? I stuck it in the closet. I can give it back to you. When you move into your real place.” He started eating the food with gusto. Darcy’s stomach rumbled in response.  
    Will glanced up, smirking.  
    Darcy made a face and grabbed her cereal bowl, choking down a few bites. “Where do you keep your coffee? I couldn’t find any.”
    He wrinkled his nose. “I don’t rely on artificial stimulants.”
    “You don’t…” She stared at him. “Okay, then. I’ll just pick some up on my way to the gym.”  
    Will took another bite. “You really don’t believe in the principles of Golden Organics, do you? ‘Beauty is more than skin deep.’ Just words to you. Coffee and toxins for breakfast, whatever gets you going.” He looked like he’d just bitten into something disgusting. Which of course, he had, but she didn’t think he was reacting to the food. What was he really talking about?  
    Darcy frowned. “Last night, you said I was—”  
    The doorbell rang. Darcy stood up, ready to head to the door, but Will rose more quickly. She sat back down as he went to open the door.  
    It was Janet Gillooly. “Ah, here you both are. Good, good.” She was accompanied by a familiar, tall, thin man with bushy eyebrows and a slight limp. “Darcy, you’ve met Tim Farrow, the developer.” He gave her a solemn nod and winked at Will as he followed Janet inside.  
    Will grinned back. “Hi, Tim.”  
    This was not looking good.  
    Janet plopped down on the couch, organizing a pile of papers in her lap. Tim sat down beside her and turned into a statue, utterly motionless. Darcy perched on the edge of the armchair, legs tightly closed so as not to reveal her lack of underwear.  
    Will stayed standing,