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Authors: Fayrene Preston
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some reason, I can’t see you as a cook."
"You’re wrong. I’m a very good cook. It’s just that I don’t do it very often."
"Then, you’ll have to cook dinner for me sometime," he said, intent on pouring the egg mixture into a pan. He looked up when she didn’t answer. "Okay?"
"Maybe."
A few minutes later, he was placing a plate containing a light, fluffy omelet in front of her. "I know you don’t want any wine with this. How about coffee?"
"Do you have any milk?"
His face went blank for a second. "I don’t know. Let me check." He was soon back with the requested milk. "Here you are."
Instead of sitting across from her, Daniel chose to sit beside her and at an angle. He couldn’t have gotten any closer, Sami thought dizzily, unless he was actually touching her. She wasn’t at all sure she would be able to eat under his intense regard, but she forced herself to take the first bite, and that seemed to satisfy him.
"I had a little chat with Mr. Strucely’s lawyer today."
"Oh?"
"Yes. His name is Jack Reynolds. It turns out we went to school together."
"Harvard?" Sami guessed.
"Yes, Harvard." Daniel smiled at her and pointed, "You’re not eating."
"Sorry," she murmured, taking another small bite and thinking that it figured that Daniel would go to an Ivy League school like Harvard. There was a building there named after her grandfather.
"Anyway, he’s a good friend, plus an excellent attorney. He had a talk with his client, and guess what? Strucely has decided not to press charges against you."
Sami’s fork clattered to the plate. "Really?"
He brushed the tip of her nose with his finger. "Yes, really."
She eyed him narrowly. "Is that ethical?"
"I assure you, it is. My friend just pointed out to Strucely the time and expense involved in bringing you up on charges, not to mention the publicity. He was made to see the light. And, well, I gather the wound you inflicted on him wasn’t exactly mortal."
Sami closed her eyes in relief. "Thank you."
"You’re welcome."
Her lashes swept up at a new thought. "So you’re no longer my lawyer."
"That’s right." His eyes caressed her, and his slow smile caused strange things to happen in her stomach. "Now, finish eating. Please?"
She did, and when she was finished, he cleared the table, stacking the dishes neatly in the sink. "Let’s go into the den." He held out his hand to her and she took it.
The room he led her to was one she hadn’t been in before, but one in which she felt instantly at home. It was so essentially Daniel, and smelled headily of old leather and tangy male cologne. Fine old paintings, plump, comfortable sofas and chairs, and ceiling-high bookcases containing an extensive collection of rare books made for an intimacy that the rest of the house didn’t have.
Drawing a deep breath of the room’s fragrance, Sami whirled around. "Let’s build a fire."
"Now? In the summertime?"
"Why not? You have the air-conditioning on."
Daniel stared at her for a moment with a peculiar light in his eyes. "You’re right. Why not?"
Sami sank onto the thick fur rug in front of the hearth, unlacing her sandals and tossing them over her shoulder. "This isn’t the fur of an endangered animal, is it?"
"Absolutely not," he stated, setting a match to the already laid fire. "Why? Were you thinking of picketing me?"
"No. But I was thinking about getting up and leaving."
She had been teasing him, but he took her seriously. Turning from his squatting position, Daniel came down beside her. "Please don’t."
The soft request nearly stopped her heart. "All—all right."
His hands reached slowly toward the two combs holding back her hair and pulled them out, one at a time. The heavy weight of her hair came cascading down, and he threaded his hands through it, cradling her head between them.
"You are so beautiful . . . by firelight . . . by any kind of light." His eyes devoured her for a long moment, and then he said, "Come here." He pulled her across his
"You’re wrong. I’m a very good cook. It’s just that I don’t do it very often."
"Then, you’ll have to cook dinner for me sometime," he said, intent on pouring the egg mixture into a pan. He looked up when she didn’t answer. "Okay?"
"Maybe."
A few minutes later, he was placing a plate containing a light, fluffy omelet in front of her. "I know you don’t want any wine with this. How about coffee?"
"Do you have any milk?"
His face went blank for a second. "I don’t know. Let me check." He was soon back with the requested milk. "Here you are."
Instead of sitting across from her, Daniel chose to sit beside her and at an angle. He couldn’t have gotten any closer, Sami thought dizzily, unless he was actually touching her. She wasn’t at all sure she would be able to eat under his intense regard, but she forced herself to take the first bite, and that seemed to satisfy him.
"I had a little chat with Mr. Strucely’s lawyer today."
"Oh?"
"Yes. His name is Jack Reynolds. It turns out we went to school together."
"Harvard?" Sami guessed.
"Yes, Harvard." Daniel smiled at her and pointed, "You’re not eating."
"Sorry," she murmured, taking another small bite and thinking that it figured that Daniel would go to an Ivy League school like Harvard. There was a building there named after her grandfather.
"Anyway, he’s a good friend, plus an excellent attorney. He had a talk with his client, and guess what? Strucely has decided not to press charges against you."
Sami’s fork clattered to the plate. "Really?"
He brushed the tip of her nose with his finger. "Yes, really."
She eyed him narrowly. "Is that ethical?"
"I assure you, it is. My friend just pointed out to Strucely the time and expense involved in bringing you up on charges, not to mention the publicity. He was made to see the light. And, well, I gather the wound you inflicted on him wasn’t exactly mortal."
Sami closed her eyes in relief. "Thank you."
"You’re welcome."
Her lashes swept up at a new thought. "So you’re no longer my lawyer."
"That’s right." His eyes caressed her, and his slow smile caused strange things to happen in her stomach. "Now, finish eating. Please?"
She did, and when she was finished, he cleared the table, stacking the dishes neatly in the sink. "Let’s go into the den." He held out his hand to her and she took it.
The room he led her to was one she hadn’t been in before, but one in which she felt instantly at home. It was so essentially Daniel, and smelled headily of old leather and tangy male cologne. Fine old paintings, plump, comfortable sofas and chairs, and ceiling-high bookcases containing an extensive collection of rare books made for an intimacy that the rest of the house didn’t have.
Drawing a deep breath of the room’s fragrance, Sami whirled around. "Let’s build a fire."
"Now? In the summertime?"
"Why not? You have the air-conditioning on."
Daniel stared at her for a moment with a peculiar light in his eyes. "You’re right. Why not?"
Sami sank onto the thick fur rug in front of the hearth, unlacing her sandals and tossing them over her shoulder. "This isn’t the fur of an endangered animal, is it?"
"Absolutely not," he stated, setting a match to the already laid fire. "Why? Were you thinking of picketing me?"
"No. But I was thinking about getting up and leaving."
She had been teasing him, but he took her seriously. Turning from his squatting position, Daniel came down beside her. "Please don’t."
The soft request nearly stopped her heart. "All—all right."
His hands reached slowly toward the two combs holding back her hair and pulled them out, one at a time. The heavy weight of her hair came cascading down, and he threaded his hands through it, cradling her head between them.
"You are so beautiful . . . by firelight . . . by any kind of light." His eyes devoured her for a long moment, and then he said, "Come here." He pulled her across his
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