Knowing You

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tears fascinated Paul. Always had.
    He’d discovered a long time ago that he was good at design. Good at finding new and better ways to do things. He held the copyright on several programs, everything from games to radar-tracking software.
    But for the first time in his life, the work wasn’t holding his interest. Not even his latest baby, the program he was developing for the government to help them track satellite movements with more accuracy. Ordinarily, he’d be hip-deep in facts and figures and projections.
    But right now, he couldn’t care less.
    Bracing both hands on the wide windowsill, Paul stared out at the parklike view stretching out below him. But he barely saw the cypress trees, the oaks, or the rolling greenbelt, the function of which was to disguise the fact that the office building was in an industrial park. The pastoral view was supposed to ease stress, to make the surroundings more conducive to creativity.
    But it couldn’t help when the man staring at it wasn’t seeing the greenery here, but was instead staring at a spot more than fifteen miles away. In his mind’s eye, he saw a tiny shop squatting on the Main Street of Chandler.
    His fingers curled tight around the painted sill and squeezed the wood as if he were trying to snap it in two. Ever since he had made the decision to get Stevie out of his mind and life, she’d been in it deeper than ever.
    Hell, she’d even invaded his sanctuary—the office.
    He
had
to get over her. There was no happily ever after here. She was his twin brother’s ex-girlfriend. And despite the fact that Stevie and Nick hadn’t beentogether in more than two years, Paul knew there was a bond there. Something strong and sweet. Something he’d never be able to touch. And he was pretty sure Stevie was still half in love with Nick. That kind of feeling didn’t just disappear. It went into a coma, maybe. But one of these days, Paul’s dick-head brother would come to his senses, realize what a beautiful, sexy, smart woman Stevie was, and want her back—she’d go running.
    She always had before. Why wouldn’t she this time, too? And there Paul would be … left holding what was left of his heart.
    â€œNo thanks,” he muttered, and pushed the dark image from his mind. Besides … not even counting the Nick connection, Stevie was practically a member of his family. There were rules about this kind of thing, and damn it, Paul followed the rules. Without rules, there was chaos. And he wasn’t about to invite chaos into his family—or his life.
    But it was only temporary, he told himself. It had to be. He could get over her. Shouldn’t be any more difficult than learning how to live without breathing.
    When his phone rang, he practically lunged for it—eager for a chance to get out of his own thoughts. Dropping into the chair behind his desk, he said, “Hello?”
    â€œWell, hi.… ”
    He smiled. Only one woman in the world could put that many syllables into the word
hi
. “Hi yourself, Anna.”
    â€œI’m touched. You recognized my voice.”
    Hard not to, he thought. Up until a few months ago, he’d spent most of his spare time listening to that soft,incredibly sexy South Carolina drawl. A writer, Anna James was beautiful, intelligent, and the latest darling of the entertainment media. Hollywood was filming her newest book and she was being splashed across the pages of
People
and
Us
magazines.
    â€œAnna,” he said, smiling, “how could any living, breathing male forget you?”
    â€œHmm … if that’s true, why is it you’re up there working while I’m in Hollywood pining away for you?”
    â€œPining?” Oh, he doubted that. A tall, sleek redhead with a body built for sin and a mind that could think circles around most people, Anna wasn’t a woman to be ignored.
    There was a long pause. “Not going to buy

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