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Authors: Donna Kauffman
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protect the passionate, more reckless side of her nature he’d glimpsed, and now tasted.
“Nick …”
He put his finger to her lips. “Don’t say anything right now. It happened. I think we both know it had to happen.” A slow smile curved his lips. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow when I come over for breakfast.” Her eyes narrowed dangerously and he removed his finger from her lips.
“Wise move, considering how little I’ve eaten today,” Willa said, her control ragged. “One little kiss and you think you can start giving orders.” She ignored his sexy grin. “I have to go back in to work for a while tomorrow to catch up on some paperwork before the new training session starts. I really need every minute of sleep I can get. I know we need to talk”—she looked away for a moment, adding quietly—“about a lot of things.” Looking back at him, she said, “But not now. Right now I’m going to bed. Alone.”
Nick had the grace to look properly chastised at her pointed description of her actual Sunday-morning plans, but only for a moment. “Fine. You get some rest, and I’ll be here at”—he lookedat his watch, surprised that the glowing dial showed it was after midnight—“nine.” She glared at him, so he added, “Thirty.” Still glaring . “With breakfast.” Before she strangled him, he clarified, “You need a ride to work, that is, unless you have a tractor or a horse around here. Besides, my recent elevation to knighthood brings with it a certain sense of responsibility.”
When Willa remained silent, staring at him, he said in a dry tone, “I realize I should leave while most of my body parts are still intact, but I’m a glutton for punishment. Go on and say what’s on your mind. We’ll both sleep better.”
After a long pause spent fighting the urge to smile back, Willa said simply, “Good night, Mr. Logan.” She unlocked her door and stepped inside, surprised he hadn’t stopped her. Just before she closed the door, she gave in to a wild impulse—a side of her that seemed to appear magically every time she got within a foot of him, and added, “I want to get into the office early. Be here at seven.” She shut the door, then opened it again and said, “Thirty.”
Nick threw his keys on the foyer table and picked up his portable phone as he limped down the short hallway to the kitchen. He punched inSky’s number and pulled a cold beer from the fridge. Sky’s groggy voice answered just as he propped his leg on the round pedestal table and pressed the cold beer against his knee.
“Uhh … hello?”
“Hey, Sky ol’ buddy, not interrupting anything, am I?” Nick purposely kept his tone light, waiting for Sky to become fully alert before questioning him.
“At … two in the morning he’s a comedian. Ol’ buddy, my backside,” Sky grumbled. He coughed and cleared his throat. “How’d the date go?”
Nick had never kept anything from Sky, but he wasn’t exactly sure how to answer that one. “Let’s just say Willa and Eric wouldn’t get good ratings on Love Connection . Did you find anything?” When Willa’s “date” with Eric had gone on and on, Nick had called Sky on his car phone and asked him to go over and check out Willa’s office to see what, if anything, Eric had done while he was in there, and to lock up. Sky’s next words confirmed Nick’s suspicions.
“You were right, Nick. I don’t know what they’re up to, but I found several of those nice white packages stashed in Willa’s office. Pretty well hidden too.” Sky’s voice was heavy withsarcasm and disappointment. “I guess she really is in this.”
“No, Sky. She’s not.” Silence reigned for a moment as they both digested Nick’s fervently spoken statement. He knew he’d been wavering in his belief about Willa’s role in the mess, but until this moment he hadn’t realized he’d made up his mind for good.
“What? Now you think she’s innocent? What happened tonight,
“Nick …”
He put his finger to her lips. “Don’t say anything right now. It happened. I think we both know it had to happen.” A slow smile curved his lips. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow when I come over for breakfast.” Her eyes narrowed dangerously and he removed his finger from her lips.
“Wise move, considering how little I’ve eaten today,” Willa said, her control ragged. “One little kiss and you think you can start giving orders.” She ignored his sexy grin. “I have to go back in to work for a while tomorrow to catch up on some paperwork before the new training session starts. I really need every minute of sleep I can get. I know we need to talk”—she looked away for a moment, adding quietly—“about a lot of things.” Looking back at him, she said, “But not now. Right now I’m going to bed. Alone.”
Nick had the grace to look properly chastised at her pointed description of her actual Sunday-morning plans, but only for a moment. “Fine. You get some rest, and I’ll be here at”—he lookedat his watch, surprised that the glowing dial showed it was after midnight—“nine.” She glared at him, so he added, “Thirty.” Still glaring . “With breakfast.” Before she strangled him, he clarified, “You need a ride to work, that is, unless you have a tractor or a horse around here. Besides, my recent elevation to knighthood brings with it a certain sense of responsibility.”
When Willa remained silent, staring at him, he said in a dry tone, “I realize I should leave while most of my body parts are still intact, but I’m a glutton for punishment. Go on and say what’s on your mind. We’ll both sleep better.”
After a long pause spent fighting the urge to smile back, Willa said simply, “Good night, Mr. Logan.” She unlocked her door and stepped inside, surprised he hadn’t stopped her. Just before she closed the door, she gave in to a wild impulse—a side of her that seemed to appear magically every time she got within a foot of him, and added, “I want to get into the office early. Be here at seven.” She shut the door, then opened it again and said, “Thirty.”
Nick threw his keys on the foyer table and picked up his portable phone as he limped down the short hallway to the kitchen. He punched inSky’s number and pulled a cold beer from the fridge. Sky’s groggy voice answered just as he propped his leg on the round pedestal table and pressed the cold beer against his knee.
“Uhh … hello?”
“Hey, Sky ol’ buddy, not interrupting anything, am I?” Nick purposely kept his tone light, waiting for Sky to become fully alert before questioning him.
“At … two in the morning he’s a comedian. Ol’ buddy, my backside,” Sky grumbled. He coughed and cleared his throat. “How’d the date go?”
Nick had never kept anything from Sky, but he wasn’t exactly sure how to answer that one. “Let’s just say Willa and Eric wouldn’t get good ratings on Love Connection . Did you find anything?” When Willa’s “date” with Eric had gone on and on, Nick had called Sky on his car phone and asked him to go over and check out Willa’s office to see what, if anything, Eric had done while he was in there, and to lock up. Sky’s next words confirmed Nick’s suspicions.
“You were right, Nick. I don’t know what they’re up to, but I found several of those nice white packages stashed in Willa’s office. Pretty well hidden too.” Sky’s voice was heavy withsarcasm and disappointment. “I guess she really is in this.”
“No, Sky. She’s not.” Silence reigned for a moment as they both digested Nick’s fervently spoken statement. He knew he’d been wavering in his belief about Willa’s role in the mess, but until this moment he hadn’t realized he’d made up his mind for good.
“What? Now you think she’s innocent? What happened tonight,
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