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do that,” she told him.
    “I know. I wanted to. You can buy in bulk. It’s cheaper. I know how you love a bargain.”
    “It’s the best gift ever. Thank you.” She reached for his hand and squeezed it. “Seriously, Duncan. This is life-changing.”
    He pulled back his hand, not wanting to be sucked into the moment. He’d seen a need and filled it. Big deal. “It’s just a freezer.”
    “To you. To me it’s something I don’t have to worry about for a while. It’s a chance to catch my breath.”
    He’d given gifts before. Jewelry. Cars. Vacations. Now, standing in Annie’s shabby little house, he realized he’d never given anything that mattered. No one had been touched by something he’d done before. Maybe because Annie was one of the few women he’d ever liked.
    Wanting and liking were completely different. He’d gone into this arrangement to improve his reputation and get his board of directors off his ass. But somewhere along the way, he’d started to like Annie. He couldn’t tell if that was good or bad.
    “This is my good deed for the holiday season,” he said. “Don’t read too much into it.”
    “Right.” Her smile was knowing. “Because you’re not a nice guy.”
    “I’m not.”
    “So I’ve heard.” She pulled open the freezer again and removed a pizza. “This has everything on it. Does that work?”
    “You’re cooking a pizza?”
    “They served only sushi at that cocktail party.” She wrinkled her nose. “Raw fish isn’t my favorite.”
    “Pizza it is.”
    She went back into the kitchen and started the oven. “Want to watch a Christmas movie while we wait?”
    “No.”
    She laughed. “I’d let you pick which one.”
    “I’d still say no.”
    The tears were gone and now her eyes sparkled with laughter. “You’re not overly domesticated, are you?”
    “I never had a reason.”
    “But you were married. Didn’t the former Mrs. Patrick tame you?”
    He moved closer. “Do I look tamed?”
    “Hmm.” She squinted. “I think I can see little marks on your cheeks where the reins went.”
    He reached for her and she ducked away. But she slipped on the vinyl floor. He caught her in his arms, her body yielding against his. The need to pull her close was strong, the desire instant. But the reminder of his ex killed the moment. He let her go.
    “Valentina wasn’t interested in domesticating me,” he said, deliberately stepping back.
    Annie leaned against the counter. “What was she like? Cameron said she was interesting.”
    “I doubt that. Cameron would have said she was a bitch.”
    “That, too.”
    Duncan didn’t think about his ex-wife any more than he had to. “It was a long time ago,” he said. “She was a journalism major in college. I’d just bought my first billion-dollar company. She came out to interview me for a paper she was writing. Or so she said. I think it was a way to meet me.”
    Valentina was four years younger than him, but she’d been cool, sophisticated and confident. He’d been a former boxer, over-muscled and accustomed to using his size to get his way. She was all about the subtle win.
    “Is she beautiful?” Annie asked, not quite meeting his gaze.
    “Yes. Blond hair, blue eyes.” He studied the woman in front of him. Technically the description fit Annie as well, but the two women had nothing in common. Annie was soft and approachable. She trusted the world and thought the best of people. Valentina played to win and didn’t care who got hurt in the process.
    She’d smoothed his rough edges, had taught him what it meant to be a gentleman. Through her he’d learned about wine and the right clothes and which topics of conversation were safe for polite conversation. She was all about doing the right thing—until the bedroom door closed. There she preferred him as uncivilized as possible.
    “How long were you married?”
    “Three years.”
    “Did you…” Annie cleared her throat. “I assume you were in love with her. It