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dark eyes, couldn’t move away from him. Could he hear her heart pounding? Or feel her pulse racing?
    Lightly, his fingers drifted along her throat, then up to her ear and in her hair while his arm tightened around her waist, drawing her closer.
    â€œNick, we shouldn’t,” she said, but her protest was weak, more of an invitation. She was losing ground, succumbing to desire. She inhaled and stepped back, out of his embrace. “You’re not going to charm me into giving you what you want. You wanted this night to be about getting to know each other.”
    â€œI’ve kept my promise. I haven’t pushed you about Michael.”
    â€œYou did what you promised,” she acknowledged. “I had a wonderful time, but now you need to go.”
    He gazed at her in silence and she could see the craving burning in the depths of his eyes. He nodded. “I’ll take you to lunch Tuesday and we can talk.”
    He turned and was gone, the door closing quietly behind him.
    She stared at the door. Every inch of her yearned to call him back, to step into his embrace and kiss. Kisses that she suspected would be as spellbinding as the entire evening had been. Desire scalded her. She wanted him with a hunger she wouldn’t have believed possible.
    She had done the right thing by keeping a distance betweenthem. Then why was it so unsatisfactory and why did she long to be in his arms?
    Sleep was lost for most of the remainder of the night. The time with Nick replayed in her mind while longing heightened instead of diminishing. She had to forget Nick, go on with her life, keep Michael safe from the Raffords, but it was difficult to think of never seeing Nick again. Lunch Tuesday. He wanted to talk about Michael. She could refuse, stop this before it went any further. Nick’s dark brown eyes and the way he had held her when they danced tormented her until she finally drifted to sleep and dreamed about kissing Nick.

Four
    A t home Nick swam laps in his pool, trying to cool his raging libido. He ached to kiss Grace, too aware she had wanted to kiss. Her green eyes had conveyed lust and she had come close to succumbing. He was determined to win her over. Too much rested on the outcome of his dealings with her. He was accustomed to getting what he wanted and he intended to with Grace.
    Meanwhile, he wanted her with an urgency that surprised him. He thought about her constantly and he couldn’t recall doing that with any other woman.
    Grace was different. Why? Was it solely the money that he would win or lose? She was a beautiful woman, but his life was filled with other entrancing women. Was it just because she was a challenge when he so seldom found a ravishing woman who resisted him?
    Whatever the reason, getting his inheritance was essential. Tuesday, he intended to walk away from that appointmentwith a promise from her to let his dad meet Michael. With his father’s health so frail, time was of the essence.
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    She had to move lunch Tuesday to two o’clock. She had spent the early hours getting dressed, finally selecting a simple navy suit and silk blouse. Then she had spent the rest of the morning reminding herself to resist whatever Nick asked.
    Nick insisted on picking her up at her office, so she waited at the door. When Grace saw his black sports car approach, she stepped outside, hoping she hid her own feelings, because her racing pulse and butterflies in her stomach were unwanted. Adding to her flutters, Jada had been bubbly the entire morning over the lunch appointment. With a deep breath, Grace approached the curb.
    When he stepped out to open the door for her, she had another jump in her pulse at the sight of him. Lunch in the middle of the day on a Tuesday shouldn’t be filled with magic in a romantic surrounding. She hoped to be practical and firm, and resist whatever he suggested, because this meeting was clearly an effort to get what he wanted from her.
    â€œHi,”