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completely bewildering, deliciously
exciting experience for her had been no more than a cheap character
boost for Rafe – the man all of the women were in love with before
he left ten years ago. Ugh!
    “You are without charm, Mr.
Sutherland.”
    “So you’ve said.”
    She turned to go and saw her father
drop the front window curtain.
    She sighed. Heavenly days, now he spied
on her, too.
    Her hand touched the
doorknob.
    “Tarin.”
    She turned to face him.
    “I catch you out alone at
night again, not only will I tell your father what you’ve been up
to, I’ll alert Dr. Gregory and the Boston Daily
Times .”
    Clenching her fists, Tarin huffed.
“Well, Mr. Sutherland, should you find the need to do so, I will
make a point of also notifying them that you were my
accomplice.”
    Grinning, he pointed at his chest. “Me?
Why I had every reason to be there - I’m a man.” His grin
disappeared. “You could lose all you have worked for. Be smart,
Tarin.”
    With that, he walked away, leaving
Tarin to gape after him.
    Was Rafe Sutherland different? A man
that would support her cause?
    Hope took flight within her breast like
a pack of butterflies. In the next instant, she remembered the
arrogant way he manhandled her, the way he teased her earlier with
that incredible kiss.
    Mentally kicking herself, Tarin opened
the door and stepped inside. No, Rafe Sutherland was off limits
like all of the others. Even more so.
    She’d confided in him.
     

Chapter 4

     
    What a damned fool.
An idiot .
    What was he thinking, allowing himself
the indulgence of Tarin Worthington’s kiss?
    And what a kiss it had been, Rafe
recalled, as he lay in bed the next morning, staring up at the
ceiling. The woman may be innocent but she excited the hell out of
him.
    She’d had no idea what she did to him,
no idea that he’d needed that hour in the seminar to cool his
body.
    Rafe had been relieved to learn she
didn’t have a lover. The idea of a woman with Tarin’s class and
grace involved in an illicit affair was something he couldn’t
stomach. She was above such behavior and deserved a man who would
court her and treat her right.
    Then he’d kissed her and
the idea became personal. Suddenly, he couldn’t stomach Tarin having an affair.
Instantly, he was aroused and intrigued by her , and wanted no other man even
looking her way.
    Rafe cursed aloud as he glanced down at
his scarred chest. As if she’d ever be interested in a man that
looked like him. She was perfect, for God’s sake.
    Tarin had been desperate to get into
that seminar. That was the only reason she had agreed to that kiss.
Of course, it was dark at the time and she didn’t have to look at
him. She could’ve imagined he was someone else for all he
knew.
    Someone like Kent.
    Rafe threw his pillow against the wall.
He hadn’t slept worth a damn last night. All he’d done was think
about Tarin, that kiss, and her damned independence.
    An hour later, Jacobs, his butler,
handed Rafe a missive as he walked out the front door. Henry
Worthington wanted to meet with Rafe – alone. Rafe knew better than
to think Tarin had confessed all to her father last night, even
though Rafe had seen him peeking out of the window when they
returned home. And to think Henry’s appeal involved that trial run
he agreed to was out of the question. Henry would wait for them to
contact him, not the other way around. Besides, a request for
Patrick’s presence was suspiciously absent from the
letter.
    As soon as Rafe entered Worthington’s
study, he knew what kind of game Worthington played. Henry sat
behind his desk without acknowledging Rafe’s presence. Rafe gave
him several seconds before he turned to leave. He’d be damned if
he’d be made to feel inferior.
    “Where are you going?” Henry
demanded.
    Rafe continued to walk, his boot heels
clomping on the wood floor. “I don’t have time to play games,
Worthington. I have a business to run.”
    “This is no game, Sutherland,”