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thinking she was under attack and all her self-defense training she’d never had to use before was kicking in. So it wasn’t that surprising Ms. Steele would have heard about it. From what Jane had seen in the time Gram and Gladdy had been here, Ms. Steele kept a very close eye on the goings-on at Remington Park. As a business owner, Jane could only applaud that kind of devotion and attention to detail.
    But at the moment, she was horribly embarrassed.
    She sat there getting more and more nervous, wondering how in the world she might explain herself, when Wyatt, blackened eye and all, strolled in.
    Her face fell. “You’ve been summoned, too?”
    He nodded, taking the seat beside her, looking much more at ease here than she did.
    “I feel like I’ve been called into the principal’s office,” Jane fretted.
    He laughed. “I’m going out on a limb here, but I bet you were a very good girl growing up, Jane. I bet you’ve never been called to the principal’s office before.”
    “Only for good things. Like accepting awards and organizing school fund-raisers,” she admitted, sighing heavily. “How in the world am I going to explain getting into a fight on the grounds of my grandmother and aunt’s retirement park?”
    “Denial is always a good start,” he began.
    “Denial? You’re sitting here with a black eye.”
    “And if denial is out of the question, I recommend, as a next step, downplaying the importance and scope of the situation.”
    “You sound like a defense attorney now. Either that or someone who’s used to being in trouble.”
    He shook his head. “Never been a defense attorney, but I did play one in moot court competition in law school. Won my cases every time.”
    Jane wasn’t surprised about the wins and noted he hadn’t denied being in trouble himself. She shook her head and said, “I got Gladdy alone today at a salon. It was like talking to a Barbie doll. She ignored everything I said about your uncle and kept suggesting new skin care routines for me.”
    “Wait…salon?” He leaned in close, his nose practically touching the rim of her ear, sniffing her hair, then the side of her face. “Is that why you smell so good? Good enough to eat?”
    She closed her eyes, feeling all tingly and warm at the same time.
    Because a man was sniffing her youth-regenerating apricot-mint facial?
    She felt him breathing in that smell, the heat from his body so close, radiating toward hers. The tip of his nose gently brushed her cheek. Was it an accident?
    “What is it? Peaches?”
    “Apricots,” she admitted, not daring to move an inch.
    She didn’t think she’d ever had actual sexual intercourse that felt this good. Her breasts ached and she thought she wanted to shove them into his face right now. She could spread apricot-mint facial cream over herwhole body and then practice her coming-on-to-him skills and see how he liked it.
    Jane was even regretting wearing her customary white, no-frills, all-buttoned-up blouse, because honestly, how much good could a woman do trying to stick her breasts in a man’s face when she was buttoned up practically to her chin? She was even considering undoing a few buttons, as unobtrusively as possible, when she heard a door open.
    There was dead silence for a moment.
    A throat was cleared quite pointedly.
    When Jane glanced up, Ms. Steele, looking particularly steelish at the moment, was gaping at them both.
    Face flaming, Jane turned to Wyatt. Sitting up straight in his chair now, he threw up his hands in a helpless manner and mouthed, “Sorry,” before standing, extending a hand to Jane, then leading her into Ms. Steele’s office.
    They sat side by side in front of Ms. Steele’s desk. Jane looked determinedly down at the floor so she couldn’t see Wyatt, but she felt him, absolutely certain he was doing that easy yet elegant sprawl of his, perfectly comfortable in that chair, ready to brazen this out with the body language that said, Problem? There is no