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she'd done her job. Certainly, Colleen had none.
    But there was that odd tension that lay between her and Kel, that awareness that made her skin tingle whenever he walked in the room. She knew he felt it, too. Knew, also, that he didn't like it. He might just decide that it would be easier to let her go.
    Kel was standing in front of his desk when Megan entered and she hesitated a moment just inside the door, struck, as always, by the impact he had on her senses. She would have thought that, after a week, the

    effect would have lessened somewhat, but it hadn't. She still felt a Uttle weak-kneed and breathless every time she saw him.
    "Have a seat," he said, gesturing to a comfortable-looking leather chair.
    Megan shook her head and came farther into the room. "I think Fd rather stand."
    **You look hke you're facing a firing squad." He lifted one dark brow as his eyes raked over her tense expression.
    ''Should I ask for a blindfold?" she asked.
    **I don't think so."
    Kel leaned back against the desk, bracing his hands on either side of his hips and angling his long legs out in front of him.
    "You've done a good job," he said, apparently deciding to cut through the preliminaries and right to the heart of the matter. "But then, you know that."
    It wasn't exactly a question, but Megan chose to answer him anyway. "I told you I'd be good at this job," she said evenly.
    "Well, you are." He paused and ran his fingers through his hair, looking uncharacteristically undecided. "Very good," he added, half to himself.
    "Thank you." He isn't going to offer me the job, she thought. He's decided that the sexual awareness between us offers too much potential for trouble, and he's going to tell me thanks but no thanks.
    "I'd like you to stay on," Kel said slowly, as if the words were pulled from him. "But there are a couple of things we need to discuss," he added, before she

    could decide whether the surge of emotion she felt was relief or panic.
    "What kind of things?"
    "First of all, the job is only going to last two or three months."
    "I know that."
    **Once her daughter has her baby and gets back on her feet. Grade will be coming back."
    "You said up front that it was only a temporary job," Megan said, nodding her understanding. "That suits me."
    "So you said. I just wanted to be sure we were clear on that." He straightened away from the desk, and Megan had to suppress the urge to step back so that he wouldn't seem to loom over her.
    "I understand that it's a temporary job," she said again, as much to prevent the silence from stretching as anything else.
    "Good." He ran his hand through his hair again, rumpling it into thick, dark waves, and she had to curl her fingers into her palms against the desire to smooth it back into place.
    "What else?"
    "What else?" He looked at her, his eyes brooding and shadowed.
    "You said there were a couple of things we needed to discuss," she reminded him.
    "Right."
    But he didn't say anything, only continued to watch her, those green eyes seeming to see right through to her soul. Her pulse, never completely steady when he was around, b^an to beat too quickly, making her feel

    breathless. Or maybe it was just being so close to him that made her breathless. And wasn't he closer than he had been a moment ago?
    "What was it you wanted to discuss?" She could barely get the words out past the tightness in her throat.
    "Just this."
    His big hand cupped the back of her neck, tilting her head. Suddenly there was not even a heartbeat of space between them. And then his mouth came down on hers and Megan forgot all about breathing.
    There was nothing tentative about the kiss, none of the gentle exploration that normally went with a first kiss. For an instant, Megan stood paralyzed in his embrace, feeling the impact of his mouth on hers all the way to her toes.
    And then her arms went around his neck and she was rising on tiptoe to get closer to him, to deepen the kiss. She felt the brush of his mustache against her