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six?”
    “Six is fine with me.”
    “Want me to come get you?”
    “I’m sure I’ll find it.”  Indie got
up, too.  “The compound is big but not that big that I can’t find you.”
    “Great.  I’ll see you at six then.”
    He headed for the front door with
Indie right behind him.  As he let himself out she couldn’t help but admire his
broad shoulders.  It must be because he was standing in the narrow doorway.  It
made him look big and strong, every bit the macho man.
    He waved goodbye and as he walked
away Indie stood in the doorway, staring after him, a soft smile on her face. 
Lady Luck was definitely on her side today.  She couldn’t have wanted a better
turn of events.

CHAPTER
SEVEN
     
    Stone splashed water on his face
and stared into the bathroom mirror.  What was it about Indiana Lane that had
him sweating like a damn teenager every time he was in her presence?  For God’s
sake, he was a thirty-three year old man, way past the sweating and trembling
stage.  Was he regressing?  That made him smile at his own reflection.  That
was a laugh.  It must be the setting, all the way out here in this wilderness
as Indie had called it.  He couldn’t remember reacting this strongly to a
woman.  Not since high school, anyway.
    But now here he was, totally captivated
by the woman with the emerald green eyes.  And that was why, when he’d seen
that opening, he hadn’t been able to resist asking her over.  At her place he’d
acted nonchalant, like he’d already ordered dinner and everything was
arranged.  No such thing.  He’d had to send a message to Cook real fast to fix
a special dinner for two.  Luckily, he already had wine chilling in the fridge.
    He grabbed a towel and dried his
face then headed for the living room.  He hadn’t been kidding when he said he
needed to tidy up before Indie got there.  He wasn’t the neatest of souls and
his mind immediately went to his mother.  She’d been at him since he’d been
able to understand the words 'pick up your clothes'.  Where that was concerned,
he was still a failure .  Sorry, Mom.
    At twenty minutes before six Cook’s
packages of food arrived.  Stone slipped them into the oven to keep them warm
then he went and got dressed in dark slacks and a creamy silk shirt.  At three
minutes before the hour of six there was another knock at the door and the
long-awaited lady stood there looking elegant in gray slacks and a
peach-colored top that showed off her bare shoulders. 
    “Welcome.”  He held the door open
for her and as she stepped past, her perfume brought back memories of that
first night they’d dined together.  That night she’d looked exquisite, like a
perfectly painted porcelain doll.  Tonight was different.  Tonight she looked
relaxed, natural and so inviting.  He wanted to bend down and press his lips to
the smooth skin of her shoulder then to her collarbone, her neck, then her lips.
    He began to grow hard again and he
had to step back and take a deep breath.  What was with him tonight?  Just the
sight of her, her fragrance, had him thinking crazy thoughts.  She fit so well
into this earthy, untamed setting that his thoughts ran to things hot and wild
– like her, straddling his hips and making mad love to him.
    Stone shook his head.  If he didn’t
slow down he was going to get himself in a whole lot of trouble.
    “So,” he said, shoving his hands
deep into his pockets, “welcome to my home.”
    “You already said that.”  She gave
him a look of amusement then her eyes scanned the room.  “You were right.  It
looks just like my place.”
    He spread his arms wide.  “See? 
We’re all equals in this place.  No need to bash the rich guy.”
    “I wasn’t going to.”  She cocked an
eyebrow at him.  “Not unless he gives me reason to."
    “I won’t.”  He put his hands up and
backed away.  “Trust me, I know when I’m in the presence of a warrior woman.”
    He’d meant that as a joke but