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“Kim, wait!”

The door swooshed closed behind her. But not before Justin had a chance to see her face. Had those been tears in her eyes? he wondered. Were they because of him? Had Kim realized what he’d been thinking of doing a few moments ago? What he still wanted to do?

Damn!

Staring at the door through which Kim had just exited, Justin checked the urge to go after her. He scrubbed a hand down his face. To do so would be a mistake, he reasoned. He’d come dangerously close to kissing her a few minutes ago. Were he to follow her now, he wasn’t at all sure that he wouldn’t give in to the desire that had been nagging at him for days.

Definitely not a good idea, Connelly.

Not only would he risk losing the best assistant he’d ever worked with, but Kim would have every right to slap him and the company with a sexual harassment suit. Still, for a moment there, he’d almost believed that Kim had wanted him to kiss her.

Right! More like wishful thinking on his part, Justin conceded as he headed back into his office. Kim probably hadn’t given him a second thought. She’d certainly never indicated that she had any romantic interest in him. Why should she? Despite that most-eligible-bachelor tag he’d been labeled with, the truth was he was a dull guy who spent most of his time working and little time on fun. If women were drawn to him, it probably had more to do with the fact that he’d been lucky enough to be born of a gene pool that provided him with decent looks. Being a part of the Connelly dynasty that had amassed a fortune and having ties to royalty didn’t hurt, either. Kim, on the other hand, was a bright and attractive young woman. No doubt any number of guys were interested in her. And while he knew little about her personal life, it stood to reason that there would be a man in her life.

Justin frowned at the notion of Kim in the arms of another man. Disturbed by how much the idea bothered him, he told himself it was because he was protective of Kim. After all, they worked closely together. He’d become fond of her, valued her as his assistant and depended upon her. It was only normal that he should feel some concern about her, he reasoned.

He was going to drive himself crazy if he didn’t stop thinking about Kim and whom she might or might not be involved with. Determined to wipe Kim and thoughts of her love life from his mind, Justin focused all his attention on making sure he had everything he would need while he was in New York.

For the next ten minutes the impending business meetings drove all other thoughts from his mind. After adding two other file folders he would need for his meetings in New York, as well as the redrafted contracts for the Schaeffer deal, he surveyed the contents of his briefcase.

“I’m forgetting something,” he muttered. But what?

Don’t forget your Palm Pilot.

Justin jerked his head up as he remembered Kim’s earlier instructions. Striding out of his office, he marched over to Kim’s desk. There was his Palm Pilot resting in the caddy where Kim had placed it when she’d taken the hand-held computer gadget in order to synchronize it with the updated data on his computer’s main network. He picked up the palm-size marvel that contained not only his schedule for the entire year, but also the addresses and phone numbers of his family, friends and business associates. As he turned to leave, he spied the single white rose on Kim’s desk that she’d bought from a street vendor the previous day.

And quick as a wink she was back in his head again.

Only this time she wasn’t at Connelly headquarters. She was on the beach with her faced tipped up to the sun and her lips turned up in a smile. She’d exchanged the neat, ladylike blue suit she’d worn that day for a pair of shorts and a T-shirt that made the most of those curves he’d caught a glimpse of the other evening. And instead of that prim, sleek twist, her hair was loose and flowing like silk in the wind. But it was Kim’s eyes—those serious blue-green eyes that had been haunting him for nearly a week—that he saw most clearly. Those eyes were bright with laughter and expectation and desire.

Justin’s mouth went dry. He sucked in a breath. “Oh, man.” He definitely needed to get a grip, he told himself, and strode back into his office. He tossed the Palm Pilot into the briefcase, then snapped it closed and forced himself to shut off the enticing images of Kim in his head.

He was going to be in serious trouble if he didn’t get a handle on these crazy thoughts he’d been having about his assistant, Justin reminded himself. He snatched up his briefcase, retrieved his suit coat and headed toward the exit.

So, he would get a handle on it, he assured himself, as he stepped into the elevator. All he had to do was treat this new attraction he was experiencing toward Kim as he would a business or marketing problem. These next few days away from Kim—tomorrow in New York and then the weekend—would provide him with the perfect opportunity to do just that. Squaring his shoulders, Justin stepped off the elevator and, after signing out with the guard on duty, he headed for the garage.