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of her priorities.
    No doubt about it, having an affair with Zack Douglas would be fun. But temporary. She had no illusions their interlude would last beyond a few meetings. Why not grab hold of the reins and enjoy the thrill ride while she could?
    When she let herself into her apartment half an hour later, she was still waffling. Her indecision continued through dinner—a quick bowl of oatmeal with hot milk and honey—and through the washing up.
    Afterward, she took a shower, then climbed into bed to watch a few minutes of television. She was just about to switch off the light and go to sleep when the telephone rang. “Hello?”
    “Hi.”
    With just that one simple word, spoken in Zack’s low, sexy rumble, she knew who it was.
    “I didn’t wake you, did I?” he asked.
    “No, I was just about to go to sleep.”
    “Then you’re in bed. Me too.”
    An image popped into her mind of him stretched out, as long and sleek as a panther, sprawled between a set of snowy white sheets, his skin and muscle golden in the dim glow of a bedroom lamp.
    “Which means you must be dressed for bed,” he continued. “So what are you wearing? Something sexy, I hope?”
    “Sexy enough, if flannel turns you on.”
    He barked out a laugh. “I suppose it’s one of those granny gowns? Heavy as a tent and twice as big.”
    “How’d you know?”
    He laughed again. “Does it keep you warm?”
    “Yes, it’s very cozy.”
    “Well, you won’t need it tomorrow since I’ll be keeping you plenty warm myself.”
    Her heart rate hurried faster. “So . . . um . . .” She cleared her throat. “Why are you calling? I thought we’d agreed to meet at the hotel.”
    “We did. I wanted to make sure you weren’t having second thoughts. You will be there tomorrow, won’t you?”
    Here was her opportunity to tell him. Yes, she would say, as a matter of fact she was having second thoughts. And third ones and even fourth ones, and since that was the case she’d decided to back out after all, before it was too late. He wouldn’t like it. He might argue with her, try to coax her into changing her mind, but in the end he would have to respect her decision. And that would be that.
    But when she opened her mouth to say the words, something entirely different tumbled out. “Of course I’ll be there.”
    Of course
I’ll be there
? Had she really just said that?
    “Good. I was all but certain you were going to renege, and I’d be forced to spend half the night convincing you to change your mind. I was even prepared to come over and help change it for you in person.”
    “You’d better not come over here,” she warned. “We agreed we wouldn’t meet at our apartments in case someone we know should happen to drop by.”
    “A rather unlikely possibility, especially at this time of the night. But seeing as it’s not an emergency, it’s okay.”
    “An emergency? My not showing up would be an emergency?”
    “Damn right it would. I’ve been waiting all week to get my hands on you again. Seeing you here and there around the office, not being allowed to touch, it’s been driving me insane.”
    She knew the feeling but wasn’t about to admit it. Then another thought occurred.
    “How do you know where I live?”
    “I did a little research. It’s extraordinary what you can find out on the Internet these days.”
    “But I’m unlisted.”
    “I wasn’t looking in the online white pages. Remind me to show you a couple tricks for keeping your vital statistics private.”
    “Thanks, I’ll do that.”
    A natural lull surfaced between them, easy and companionable. Nice enough that the novelty of it came as a surprise and a pleasure.
    “Well, it’s getting late,” she said. “I suppose we should go.”
    “Yes, I suppose we should.” His voice deepened to a velvety growl. “Or I could break the rules and come over there now. Fifteen minutes and we could get started on our weekend.”
    He was smooth, very smooth, like a warm glass of