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Authors: Jayne Castle
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moment "Very."
A slow grin slashed across his face as Kane got to his feet. "A woman after my own heart. Can I talk you into making the salad while I start the barbecue?"
Dazed, Talia nodded and followed him silently back into the kitchen. What did he think of her? Why had he pushed so hard for her side of the story? And why would a man, who must surely be hectically busy at the office, take the afternoon off to read old newspaper stories at the public library?
"I trust you'll make all the appropriately approving comments on my brilliant photographic essays," Kane warned some time later as they dined by candlelight on the patio.
"That depends," she temporized, finishing her melt-in-the-mouth cut-with-a-fork steak. "Am I going to have to sit through a lot of shots of Disneyland, the Pacific coastline, and ex-wives? Or are you into flowers?" she added quickly, regretting the implied question about ex-wives.
He looked up and snagged her glance. "No wives. I only took up photography a year ago and the one ex-wife was out of the picture, literally, a long time before that."
"Oh, well, in that case…" Talia began with determined airiness.
"She left me," he continued very deliberately, not releasing Talia's eyes, "shortly after we were married. About the time it looked as if Energy Interface Systems might not make it. There were better prospects around and she found one. She went back to the Midwest with him and is now happily playing the role of corporate wife and hostess, I suppose."
"I'm… I'm sorry…"
"Why? I'm not. The marriage was a mistake," he declared calmly, collecting dishes into a pile which he then prepared to carry into the kitchen. "Mistakes are best put behind one. After one has drawn all pertinent lessons from them, of course," he added with a small smile.
"Did you draw the proper lessons?" she dared to ask, picking up the remainder of the dishes.
"I think so," he claimed modestly, setting his burden down in the red enamel sink.
"I learned, for example, that I was looking for all the wrong things in a woman back in those days."
Talia realized she was waiting a little breathlessly for him to continue. She came up behind him and reached around to set her dishes beside his.
He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and smiled with dangerous sensuality down into her upturned face. His thumb moved tantalizingly along the line of her jaw.
"I don't need a corporate hostess. And I don't need a social queen to grace the head of my table."
"What… what do you need?" she couldn't resist asking, her whole body filled with a strange tension.
"Now that question is a hell of a lot tougher to answer," he admitted. "But I'm working on it."
He bent his head to crush her lips gently with his own.
"Stick around," he concluded a moment later as he reluctantly broke off the kiss,
"and I should be able to give you a definitive answer by morning," The green eyes ABC Amber Text Converter Trial v ersion, http://www.processtext.com/abctxt.html
darkened with the beginnings of desire.
"No," she whispered, shaken by the willpower it took to reject the sexual invitation he was extending.
"Yes," he countered very softly.
She shook her head.
"We'll start with the slides," he said with an air of decisiveness.
Starting with his slides was, Talia decided later, the cleverest seduction approach he could possibly have used. Through the medium of his novice photography Kane Sebastian came across as very human, very unthreatening.
They sat together on the tan leather sofa, Kane's booted feet propped up beside hers on the coffee table, his arm draped comfortably around her shoulders. In his free hand he controlled the slide projector with a remote switch.
On the white wall opposite, one image after another danced on display as Kane delivered his narrative. Talia found herself laughing one minute and exclaiming over an unexpectedly beautiful
moment "Very."
A slow grin slashed across his face as Kane got to his feet. "A woman after my own heart. Can I talk you into making the salad while I start the barbecue?"
Dazed, Talia nodded and followed him silently back into the kitchen. What did he think of her? Why had he pushed so hard for her side of the story? And why would a man, who must surely be hectically busy at the office, take the afternoon off to read old newspaper stories at the public library?
"I trust you'll make all the appropriately approving comments on my brilliant photographic essays," Kane warned some time later as they dined by candlelight on the patio.
"That depends," she temporized, finishing her melt-in-the-mouth cut-with-a-fork steak. "Am I going to have to sit through a lot of shots of Disneyland, the Pacific coastline, and ex-wives? Or are you into flowers?" she added quickly, regretting the implied question about ex-wives.
He looked up and snagged her glance. "No wives. I only took up photography a year ago and the one ex-wife was out of the picture, literally, a long time before that."
"Oh, well, in that case…" Talia began with determined airiness.
"She left me," he continued very deliberately, not releasing Talia's eyes, "shortly after we were married. About the time it looked as if Energy Interface Systems might not make it. There were better prospects around and she found one. She went back to the Midwest with him and is now happily playing the role of corporate wife and hostess, I suppose."
"I'm… I'm sorry…"
"Why? I'm not. The marriage was a mistake," he declared calmly, collecting dishes into a pile which he then prepared to carry into the kitchen. "Mistakes are best put behind one. After one has drawn all pertinent lessons from them, of course," he added with a small smile.
"Did you draw the proper lessons?" she dared to ask, picking up the remainder of the dishes.
"I think so," he claimed modestly, setting his burden down in the red enamel sink.
"I learned, for example, that I was looking for all the wrong things in a woman back in those days."
Talia realized she was waiting a little breathlessly for him to continue. She came up behind him and reached around to set her dishes beside his.
He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and smiled with dangerous sensuality down into her upturned face. His thumb moved tantalizingly along the line of her jaw.
"I don't need a corporate hostess. And I don't need a social queen to grace the head of my table."
"What… what do you need?" she couldn't resist asking, her whole body filled with a strange tension.
"Now that question is a hell of a lot tougher to answer," he admitted. "But I'm working on it."
He bent his head to crush her lips gently with his own.
"Stick around," he concluded a moment later as he reluctantly broke off the kiss,
"and I should be able to give you a definitive answer by morning," The green eyes ABC Amber Text Converter Trial v ersion, http://www.processtext.com/abctxt.html
darkened with the beginnings of desire.
"No," she whispered, shaken by the willpower it took to reject the sexual invitation he was extending.
"Yes," he countered very softly.
She shook her head.
"We'll start with the slides," he said with an air of decisiveness.
Starting with his slides was, Talia decided later, the cleverest seduction approach he could possibly have used. Through the medium of his novice photography Kane Sebastian came across as very human, very unthreatening.
They sat together on the tan leather sofa, Kane's booted feet propped up beside hers on the coffee table, his arm draped comfortably around her shoulders. In his free hand he controlled the slide projector with a remote switch.
On the white wall opposite, one image after another danced on display as Kane delivered his narrative. Talia found herself laughing one minute and exclaiming over an unexpectedly beautiful
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