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Chapter 1
Butholycrap,he’sarrogant.Ichangetack.
“Anddoyouhaveanyinterestsoutsideyourwork?”
“Ihavevariedinterests,MissSteele.”Aghostofasmiletoucheshislips.“Veryvaried.”Andforsomereason,I’mconfoundedandheatedbyhissteadygaze.Hiseyesarealightwithsomewickedthought.
“Butifyouworksohard,whatdoyoudotochillout?”
“Chillout?”Hesmiles,revealingperfectwhiteteeth.Istopbreathing.Hereallyisbeautiful.Nooneshouldbethisgood-looking.
“Well,to‘chillout,’asyouputit—Isail,Ifly,Iindulgeinvariousphysicalpursuits.”Heshiftsinhischair.“I’maverywealthyman,MissSteele,andIhaveexpensiveandabsorbinghobbies.”
IglancequicklyatKate’squestions,wantingtogetoffthissubject.
“Youinvestinmanufacturing.Why,specifically?”Iask.Whydoeshemakemesouncomfortable?
“Iliketobuildthings.Iliketoknowhowthingswork:whatmakesthingstick,howtoconstructanddeconstruct.AndIhavealoveofships.WhatcanIsay?”
“Thatsoundslikeyourhearttalkingratherthanlogicandfacts.”
Hismouthquirksup,andhestaresappraisinglyatme.
“Possibly.Thoughtherearepeoplewho’dsayIdon’thaveaheart.”
“Whywouldtheysaythat?”
“Becausetheyknowmewell.”Hislipcurlsinawrysmile.
“Wouldyourfriendssayyou’reeasytogettoknow?”AndIregretthequestionassoonasIsayit.It’snotonKate’slist.
“I’maveryprivateperson,MissSteele.Igoalongwaytoprotectmyprivacy.
