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    Heather rolled on top of Sam, sat up straddling his midsection, and ran her hands over his chest, her breasts slightly swaying.
    â€œDon’t worry,” she said. “I’m on top of it.”

Chapter Six
    Heather slid out of bed before eight the next morning and called Kenwood’s office on her phone. She said she was having a meeting with Sam and would be in by noon. As she dressed, she seemed to slip back into the formality she’d displayed when Sam first met her. There was no morning-after playfulness, no touching, kissing, or implying that anything significant had happened between them. Sam was fine with that. He’d enjoyed her, but it was Caroline he thought of when he woke up and looked at Heather lying next to him. Was there something wrong with a night of delicious, meaningless sex between two consenting, unmarried, uncommitted adults? It bothered him that he was having a hard time answering his own question.
    Heather left the room to go to a nearby bank and draw $10,000 from one of Kenwood’s accounts, telling Sam she’d meet him in the lobby cafe for breakfast at nine. He was waiting for her at a table when she walked in, still wearing the blazer from the day before, and carrying her leather bag snugly under her arm.
    â€œIt’s an odd sensation, walking down Boylston Street with $10,000 in cash.” Heather took her seat opposite Sam. “It feels dangerous. I think I like it.”
    â€œWill Kenwood have a problem with you withdrawing that much money?”
    â€œNo. It’s just business.”
    â€œDo you think he’d have a problem with you sleeping with me?”
    â€œI don’t know. And I don’t really care. It’s my business what I do when I’m out of the office.”
    â€œSo that was a typical night for you?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œYou just couldn’t resist me.”
    â€œI’m busy all the time. I don’t meet a lot of guys, believe it or not. Once I found out we were going to be working together, I figured it would happen eventually. I just decided, why wait?”
    â€œHow did Lou meet his wife?”
    The question caught Heather by surprise, and she momentarily dropped her eyes, as though she’d misplaced something.
    â€œShe was his secretary,” Heather said. “Back in the ’60s. He divorced his first wife and married Katherine. I’ve seen pictures of her back then. I’ve got to admit, she was hot.”
    â€œThe pattern continues.”
    â€œWhat the hell do you mean by that?”
    â€œYou’re hot, too.”
    â€œI’m not Lou’s secretary.”
    Heather ripped open a packet of Sweet ’n’ Low and poured a fourth of it into her coffee.
    â€œI knew the minute you looked at me yesterday that you thought I was a bimbo,” she said. “I get that all the time.”
    â€œSo, if you think a guy doesn’t respect you, you go to bed with him?”
    â€œDon’t you respect me?”
    â€œI still don’t know you all that well…”
    â€œWhat else do you want to know?” she asked. She took a sip of her coffee.
    â€œWhat do you like?”
    â€œFast cars. Riding western—you were wrong yesterday about English-style. Champagne. Escargots. New Zealand. The Wall Street Journal. What about you? What do you like?”
    â€œFour-part harmony. A triple into the gap. A flush two-iron. Single-malt Scotch with a Bass Ale chaser.”
    â€œThat sounded rehearsed.”
    â€œBut true.”
    They ate in silence for a while. Sam could tell Heather was intelligent and well-educated, but she had a chip on her shoulder, too. Beauty was an asset she was willing to use, but unwilling to be defined by. Fair enough; it was time to find out whether she could be of any use to him.
    â€œDoes Kenwood have any other heirs besides Katherine?”
    â€œHe had a son from his first marriage, but he died a couple of years