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knees.
    “Brandon,” she cried.
    The chemistry he’d noticed earlier kicked in, and before he knew it, a simple kiss had turned into something far more. His hands dropped to her shoulders, pulling her even closer, trying to pull her up against him so she could press that sweet little body of hers against his…
    “Brandon,” she gasped.
    “Wow,” he said softly, and then, “Wow,” again. She tasted like caramel mocha—sweet.
    Suddenly she said, “Let me go.”
    He did exactly that. They stood there, light streaming in from a window over the bed, Vicky panting and Brandon thinking yet again, Wow.
    “I’m calling Scott.”
    “Why?”
    “This isn’t going to fly.”
    “What isn’t?”
    “Our working together. Not now. Not after—”
    “Our kiss?”
    She nodded, and she was already reaching for her cell phone. Her hands shook.
    “Vicky,” he said softly. “Don’t call your boss.”
    “I have to,” she mumbled, pressing some numbers.
    He took her phone away.
    “Hey,” she cried.
    “I’m sorry,” he said.
    “You should be.”
    “You’re not going to quit,” he said.
    “You kissed me.”
    “I promise not to do it again.”
    Something sparked in her eyes. Something that’d looked an awful lot like…
    Disappointment?
    “I can’t be your agent,” she said again.
    “Vicky,” he said softly, studying her closely. Had she liked his kiss? “I know you’re upset, and I don’t blame you. But don’t quit.”
    He couldn’t let her do that, he suddenly realized. He needed her. He liked her. Vicky had compassion—something that was rare in his life. Not only that—she had ethics and that was something he also needed in his life, although it was a little late to be recognizing that now.
    “Look, I’ll make you a deal,” he said. “We’ll try this out for a week. If we don’t mesh, I’ll call your boss. I’ll tell him you’re doing a great job, but that I like being represented by men. That sounds plausible, and that way you won’t look as if you’re walking out on me, something I’ll bet your boss won’t like.”
    She peered up at him. Brandon tried not to look at her lips. Her totally natural, beautifully shaped lips. Damn, he wanted to kiss her again. It shocked him just how much.
    “I’m sorry, Brandon,” she said softly. “But when I get back to the hotel, I’m going to call Scott and resign.”



CHAPTER NINE
    B RANDON DIDN’T SAY A WORD the whole way back to the hotel and that was all right with Vicky because, truthfully, there was nothing left to say.
    She had to quit.
    “Vicky,” he began as she exited the car.
    “Bye, Brandon,” she said, practically bolting for the hotel. But as she let herself back into her hotel room, her stomach turned at the thought of calling Scott. Quitting meant going back to New York as a failure. It meant finding a new job. Maybe moving back in with her parents.
    Staying meant dealing with Brandon. After that kiss, she knew that wouldn’t be wise. She was starting to like him, and not in a purely professional way, either. That just wouldn’t do. Bad enough that she had a horrible track record with men. She’d been dumped so many times she’d lost count. Throw in the fact that she was Brandon’s agent and they were doomed.
    She picked up the phone.
    It rang in her hand. She dropped it. “Son of a—”
    The phone rang again. Reluctantly, she checked the display.
    It was her mother.
    Vicky almost ignored it, but she knew if she did, her mom would only call back again. And again. And again.
    With a sigh of resignation, she pressed the accept call button.
    “Are you ready to come home yet?” her mother asked.
    “Mo-om,” Vicky moaned. “I just got here.”
    The sniff of disdain was barely audible, but Vicky heard it. “I know. But I should have thought a few hours would have been sufficient time to convince you to leave.”
    As a matter of fact, a few hours had been enough—but she couldn’t tell her mom that. Theirs was