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Ryan’s green eyes danced with amusement. “Hi, to you, too.” Even though he smiled and his voice was cheerful, he watched her intently.

“Ryan, I told you that I don’t want to see you.”

“So you did, but then you turned right around and promised you’d go to dinner with me,” he said. “And I do recall your racing pulse when we were together. There’s a conflict between what you say and how you say it. And a few other things.”

“I’m trying to do the sensible thing here,” she said, conscious that they were probably drawing the attention of her employees. “I’ve done the nonsense thing with you, now I’m doing otherwise.”

“Maybe. By the way, you look as gorgeous as ever,” he murmured, studying her and then meeting her gaze. “Whenever I see you, you look great. Luscious,” he added softly.

“Thank you,” she replied solemnly. His compliments warmed her, and she wanted to smile in return, but didn’t. “I’m in the middle of work.”

“I called this morning and your receptionist said you’re through at five today. I think that’s in ten minutes. I came by because I still intend to take you to dinner. You said you’d go out with me, so you owe me one. Ashley, if I thought you truly didn’t like having me around, I’d be gone.” He reached out to touch her wrist lightly with his forefinger with feathery strokes that sent tingles radiating through her. “Actually,” he said, his voice dropping and getting the husky note that made her sizzle, “I’m looking for the woman who spent the weekend with me.”

“I think I lost my mind that weekend.”

“Let’s talk about it during dinner.” He glanced over her shoulder. “May I see your office?”

As her mind raced for an answer, she hesitated, and he smiled. “Good.” He draped his arm across her shoulders. “Show me around and then I’ll take you to eat and we can talk.”

While her mind wrestled with what she should have said and what she could say, she walked with him, but most of her attention was on his arm across her shoulders and his side brushing against hers. She had to get rid of him. He was way too take-charge, and she didn’t want him discovering that she was pregnant. She loathed the prospect of pity. She didn’t want a dutiful proposal. Even more unwanted would be Ryan making decisions about her and her baby. Most frightening of all, she didn’t want him to use his millions to try to take her baby away from her.

From the first moment in the doctor’s office, when she had almost fainted at the news, she had wrestled with how to deal with Ryan over the matter.

He had used condoms, but the doctor had told her they weren’t a hundred percent foolproof. So on a wild weekend that was a once in a lifetime fling for her, she had gotten pregnant by a man she barely knew. As she walked beside him, she rubbed her forehead. How complicated her life had become!

Ashley hadn’t figured out yet how to break the news to her father, her brother and her grandmother, let alone Ryan.

She had considered every aspect, and finally had decided that the best possible thing that could happen would be to keep Ryan out of her life until after the baby was born.

She had no idea what his reaction to her pregnancy would be. She knew the day would come when she would have to let him know that he had fathered a child. But she wanted it far in the future, when she had her baby in her arms and her life established, with Ryan Warner far out of it and happily involved with another woman. The last part still hurt to think about, but Ashley knew it was the wisest course.

“This is nice, Ashley,” he said as they approached her front door, with its fan transom gracing the top and long, low redwood boxes of blooming flowers on either side. “I’ve forgotten what you told me. How long have you been a wedding planner?”

“Almost a year,” she answered, barely thinking about the question.

He reached out to open her door for her, letting her enter ahead of him. Carlotta was gazing at Ryan with a smile and obvious curiosity.

“Hi,” she said.

“Carlotta, this is Ryan Warner. Ryan, this is my receptionist and secretary, Carlotta Reyna,” Ashley said, while Carlotta reached out to shake his hand.

Ashley took his arm. “I’m going to show Ryan the office. I’ll close up tonight,” she told her employee, who nodded, barely able to take her eyes from Ryan.

“You do have an effect on women,” Ashley said when they’d crossed the hall, out of earshot. “I thought Carlotta was going to faint with pleasure when you shook her hand.”

He grinned and shrugged. “I’m not having the effect where it’s important,” he replied.

She inhaled. “I walked into that one. You’ll probably get the same reaction from my assistant. Both are single.”

“I have only one interest.”

Ignoring his answer, even though it made her breath catch, Ashley led him into a large room in the front and waved her hand toward the shelves of oversize books. “This space is for clients. I have a lot of materials in here to give them choices about cakes and decorations.”

Ryan looked around the cheerful space with its tables and comfortable-looking chairs, and she wondered if he was even remotely interested in her business.

“Introduce me to your assistant and show me your office,” he said, studying Ashley with a hungry look.

As she gazed at his handsome features, she thought, If only. Immediately, she stopped that train of thought. There were no if onlys. She had to get Ryan out of her office and her life. “Come with me,” she said briskly. She knew he was right behind her as she entered the hall, and then he fell into step beside her.

She almost collided with Jenna, who saw Ryan and smiled.

“Jenna, this is Ryan Warner. Ryan, meet my assistant, Jenna Fremont.”

“You’re really Ryan Warner,” Jenna said, sounding as if she were meeting a movie star.

“I’m the one and only. And you’re really Jenna Fremont,” he said, teasing her and grinning.

She looked as if she would melt as she smiled up at him. “I’m the only Jenna around here.” She giggled. “It’s great to meet you. I’ve seen your pictures all over.”

“Not on Most Wanted posters, I hope,” he kidded, eliciting more giggles.

“I’m showing Ryan our offices. I’ll lock up, Jenna.”

“It was nice to meet you, Jenna,” he said. “I’ll see you again, I’m sure.”

“Oh, I hope so,” she cooed, and Ashley prayed that she’d never be that impressed with any man herself.

“They obviously think you’re awesome. If not Carlotta, why don’t you take Jenna to dinner?” Ashley suggested, when they were alone.

He smiled.

“She doesn’t get my heart pounding, either,” he said. “It’s interesting how you want to hand me off to someone else.”

Ignoring his comment, she motioned toward an open door. “Here’s my office.”

Like a cat in new surroundings, he circled the spacious room, looking at pictures on the wall and at a table that held a spread of wedding snapshots. At her desk, he paused and leaned over, and she wondered what he was looking at. Her calendar, she realized.

“Ah, you’re free tonight. Good.”

She shook her head, knowing she had already lost the argument.

“I promise, we’ll have a great evening,” he said, his gaze boring into her, and she could feel the sparks dancing between them. Attraction was hot and all but crackled in the air. At the same time, there was a clash of wills.

“I’ll take you to your favorite place, unless you’d rather go to mine,” he said, giving her another one of those knee-melting smiles that made her remember being in his arms. As if the issue were settled, he moved on, looking at books and pictures on her shelves, picking up an old snapshot of her on the farm with her dad.

Holding the frame in his well-shaped hand, Ryan studied the picture and then glanced at her. “Nice, Ashley. Do you miss the farm?”

“No. I don’t want to farm. My brother can do that with my dad.”

Ryan glanced at his watch. “It’s after five, so that means we can close now. I’ll drive, and bring you back later to get your car.”

“Ryan, we’re not—”

He narrowed the space between them and slipped his arms around her waist. “I want to be with you, talk to you and see you again,” he said in a hoarse voice. He trailed one hand up to stroke her nape lightly, evoking tingles. “Get your purse and I’ll help you lock up.”

He was gone from her private office, his long legs carrying him in an easy stride into the hallway. She shook her head and stepped into her small adjoining bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. “Get rid of him,” she whispered. Why did he have to be so damnably handsome? And sexy and fascinating. Why did she respond so to him? she wondered, and then remembered the reactions of Jenna and Carlotta. What female didn’t respond to him?

Squaring her shoulders, Ashley took a deep breath and left the room, switching off the lights and going to lock up.

He was standing beside the alarm control box. “Do you have a code for this?” he asked.

She told him, then watched while he punched buttons. “You did it all correctly,” she said as they left. “You’re efficient.”

“Thank you,” he replied. “I’m glad to hear I have some pluses.”

“You have too many pluses,” she remarked dryly, and received a curious stare from him.

“That’s interesting. Too many,” he repeated. “Does this mean you want some uncivilized behavior from me?”

“Hardly,” she muttered.

“Don’t I wish!” he replied. He glanced around. “This is a good location for you, isn’t it? Just the right ambience, and probably caters to an upscale group of clients most of the time.”

She nodded, thinking that she could add observant to his admirable qualities. As she walked beside him to his car, he slowed his stride to hers and continued to talk about businesses around them, noticing several that tied in to her own.

He held open the door to the black sports car. When he went around to get in, she ran her hand over the elegant leather seat, reminded again of the differences in their worlds. As soon as he was seated beside her, he turned to look at her. “Do you have a favorite restaurant?”

She shrugged. “I’ll let you pick where we go. What’s your favorite, Ryan?”

“Do you like steak, lobster or pheasant?”

“I like most everything if it isn’t too spicy,” she replied.

“Including tall, black-haired businessmen?”

“You have to flirt, don’t you?”

“With you, absolutely. All right, I’ll take you to one of my favorite spots,” he said, smiling at her. He ran his finger along her cheek. “I really missed you,” he said in a thick voice that affected her as much as his light touches.

“I find that hard to believe,” she replied dryly, glad he couldn’t detect her racing heartbeat at that moment.

“I’ll admit that I haven’t been sitting home staring at the wall,” he said, giving her another disarming smile, “because I didn’t know whether I’d ever see you again or not.”

“Actually, Saturday was a surprise.”

“I hope one you liked. I’m working on changing your standoffish attitude.”

She couldn’t keep from smiling at him.

While they talked, he drove swiftly through the traffic. At the restaurant’s canopy-covered entrance, a uniformed valet came to hold open her door.

The dining area opened onto a large deck built over a pond covered with blooming water lilies. Strings of colored lanterns hung above the tables, and bright yellow and red bougainvillea spilled from hanging pots.

They were led to a linen-covered table overlooking the pond. Seated facing Ryan, Ashley knew she would remember this place and evening forever. Their waiter handed her a thick black menu, then gave Ryan a wine list and made suggestions.

“If you like lobster, it’s very good here. The steaks are excellent, too,” Ryan said, offering her the wine list.

Smiling, she shook her head. “I’ll just have a glass of ice water.”

Ryan ordered white wine for himself, and when they were alone, he reached across the table to take her hand. His grip was strong and his fingers warm. The slight contact was disturbing and heightened her longing.

“There has to be a reason you don’t want to see me again. And there has to be more to it than you just lost your head that weekend. I thought we were having a grand time.”

“Ryan, try to understand. That weekend was so contrary to my nature.”

“That’s fine, but now we know each other. If you want to back off and take things slowly, we can. If we just met and I asked you out, would you go?”

“Yes, I probably would, but this is different. We have a history, and you want what we had that weekend, while I don’t.”

“I just said we can take renewing our relationship slowly,” he said, holding her hand and rubbing her knuckles lightly with his thumb.

“Ryan!”

A woman’s voice cut across their conversation and Ryan released Ashley’s hand as he stood. “Hi, Kayla,” he said. “Ashley, this is Kayla Landon. Kayla, meet Ashley Smith.”

Ashley smiled at a statuesque redhead who should have been able to make Ryan forget all about seeing anyone else. She was dressed in a figure-hugging black dress that had spaghetti straps and ended well above her knees. Ashley recognized the woman as the one who had been talking to Ryan at his condo that Sunday morning.

“How do you do,” Ashley said, and received a frosty look and a nod before Kayla turned to Ryan.

“You’ll get my message when you get to your condo,” she told him. “I hope to see you Saturday night at my party. The last one was such fun,” she purred, placing her hand on his arm.

“I’ll give you a call, Kayla,” he said casually.

“Make it tomorrow.” She brushed his cheek with a kiss, turning to walk away without saying anything to Ashley.

“Now, where were we?” Ryan asked, sitting and facing Ashley.

“She’s the woman who was in your condo that Sunday I was there.”

“Ah,” he said, studying her. “That’s why you disappeared without a word.”

“Not altogether. It just reminded me of the differences between us,” she said. “You and I reside in separate worlds. You have your wealth and ritzy lifestyle. I grew up on a farm and have worked in the city less than a year. I practically have hay in my hair.”

He smiled and reached over to twirl a long blond strand around his thumb. “I’ll comb my fingers through your hair later and see if I can find any hay,” he said in his rich, magnetic voice.

She drew a deep breath. “You’re making this a trying problem.”

“I’m not the one being difficult. To me, the situation is simplicity itself. Man wants to go out with woman. Man and woman have fabulous time together. What’s troublesome about that?”

“You go too fast,” she replied. “I regret that weekend, but I can’t take it back and undo it.”

“All right, we’ll go slow. The weekend never happened. We just met at the wedding last Saturday, I want to see you and you’re here to eat dinner with me. This is good. Simple.” He reached across the table again and laced his fingers with hers. “And in the interest of having a great evening, let’s put this discussion on hold until later.”

“That is just your way of ending the argument,” she said and received another disarming smile.

“And as far as being from different worlds, do you know where and how I grew up?”

“No, we never got around to talking much that weekend we were together,” she said, and he smiled.

“You brought up the weekend. I didn’t,” he pointed out. “My dad did whatever he could find to do—dishwasher, served food in cafeterias, ditchdigger. My mom cleaned houses. We had almost nothing. I’d wager that, growing up, you had a more comfortable life than I did.”

“I wasn’t aware of your history. I knew you were self-made, because that’s in news stories, but not much else. Except the beautiful, sophisticated women you see.”

He gave a dismissive wave of his hand. “That’s tabloids looking for something sensational. My history is simple. My mom died too young. Dad’s still living, and my brothers and I take care of him. He’s worked hard all his life and he doesn’t need to now. I’m the oldest. I helped my two brothers get started, and they’re doing well. Brett is a commercial pilot and Cal, my youngest brother, is an accountant who works for me. I started earning money mowing lawns when I was eleven years old.”

Ashley nodded, realizing their worlds were not as far apart as she had thought. Yet she had a difficult time imagining him living in poverty. “So how did you make this miraculous climb to millionaire status?” she asked.

“Long story. Some luck, hard work and help from friends. Nick Colton and Jake Thorne were buds, and both came from simple beginnings, as I did. We made a pact in college to reach millionaire status and to help each other get there.”

“Wow! That’s impressive,” she said. “All of you succeeded.”

“Yeah, Nick most of all. They’re great friends to have. We all played football in high school and college, and worked for a landscape outfit during summers. We started doing that after our sophomore year in high school. We were all tall. I played pro ball for two years and invested every dime with Jake, who was a whiz in finance from the start. Then I quit football to build hotels.”

“No wonder the three of you are such close friends.”

“I couldn’t have made it without both of them.” Ryan paused when their waiter returned with tossed salads on crystal plates and a loaf of golden bread. “How often do you go home to the farm?” he asked, when the waiter departed.

“Since moving here, I’ve been busy with weddings on weekends, so it’s really been difficult to get there. I’ve gone home for holidays, and I went in February for a weekend because my assistant handled the weddings.”

The waiter appeared with their entrees. Ashley glanced down at her plate of shrimp, covered with sun-dried tomatoes and sliced mushrooms and resting on angel hair pasta, while Ryan’s plate held a juicy, thick sirloin.

After the first bite, she smiled. “This is fantastic, Ryan. No wonder this restaurant is what you like best.”

“No. This is a favorite eating place. I have something else I like best,” he said in a deep voice, his green eyes intense on her. She knew he was flirting. “I think I’ve become a challenge to you. Maybe if I start hanging on each word and looking at you in an adoring manner the way Carlotta and Jenna do, you’ll run for the hills.”

“Try it and see,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

She couldn’t resist taking his hand and batting her eyes. “Oh, Ryan, tell me more about yourself,” she drawled, leaning forward and speaking in a breathless voice.

He inhaled and the amusement vanished from his expression. “That just makes me want to get the check so we can leave and I can be alone with you,” he growled. “I can lose interest in food and dinner conversation.”

Straightening, she yanked her hand away. “That didn’t have the effect I expected. I won’t try that one again,” she announced, and once more he smiled, but his gaze was speculative.

“I blew that in a hurry,” he said. “I have to tell you, that’s been the best moment of the night so far. Sure you don’t want to continue?”

“Don’t get your hopes up, because it won’t happen.”

“I should’ve acted indifferent, but that’s absolutely impossible with you. Okay, if we have to start over, why don’t you tell me about yourself. What’s in your future? What do you want out of life? I don’t believe we discussed that before.”

His question brought her situation crashing back, and the fun she’d been having with him changed as she remembered she intended to discourage and get rid of him. She shrugged. “I like my job and hope to continue it. Since it’s a franchise, it’s almost like my own business. I get a cut of the profits, so if business increases, my income grows.”

“That’s good,” he said, nodding. “Working for yourself, if it’s successful, is satisfying.”

“On your level it certainly would be,” she remarked dryly.

“On yours, too. You just said so. So what’s the best wedding you’ve done?”

“The one I enjoyed the most …” She paused to think a moment. “Probably one last December. It was a Christmas wedding, with reds and greens and beautiful decorations,” she said, telling him about the ceremony and wondering if he was really interested, their conversation drifting to other topics as they enjoyed their time together.

Her shrimp was delicious, but she didn’t have much of an appetite, and she noticed that neither did Ryan. While she talked, he listened, studying her and holding her hand. Each volatile contact heightened her awareness of him.

They discussed various subjects, and Ryan occasionally flirted, until he finally motioned to the waiter for their check.

When she looked around, she saw they were almost the last customers. She glanced at her watch. “My word, it’s ten o’clock. We’ve been here for hours.”

“Actually, not for hours. Time flies when you’re having fun,” he quipped as he smiled at her. “And I have had a great time tonight.”

While wind tangled locks of his black hair, lights in the parking lot threw his cheeks into shadows, highlighting his prominent cheekbones. She admired his self-assurance and optimism. He was confident, handsome and good company, making her wish that the situation were different between them. She blamed herself that it wasn’t, and again tried to pay attention to their conversation.

“You know I’ve had a great time, too,” she said. “And I know you want me to admit it.”

“Damn straight. Your confession reassures me,” he said, looking at her.

“As if you need encouragement,” she said, laughing when they reached his car. With a smile, he swung open the door.

“Are you saying I’m arrogant?”

“You’re confident. How’s that?”

“Much better. I’ll settle for confident.” He leaned closer to talk to her as she settled inside. Then he shut the door, and she watched him stride around the car and slide in beside her.

“Your place or mine?” he asked.

“My place and—”

“Don’t make hasty decisions,” he urged. “Let’s see. I told you I’d go slowly and I have. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, it is,” she had to answer, because he had been. But that didn’t mean he would continue to, and she knew every minute they were together forged a stronger bond between them.

“Tell me where you live. And I’ll come get you in the morning and take you to work since you left your car at the office.”

“Well, there’s no point in arguing this one with you,” she said, telling him her address.

She gave him the combination to get through the wrought iron gates of her apartment complex and they drove past several blocks of single-story redbrick duplexes until she directed him to hers. He got out to open her door, and walked her to the front porch, where she faced him.

“It’s been a super evening, Ryan.”

“It’s early, really early,” he said. “I’d like to see your place.”

Part of her wanted him to come inside, and another part wanted to tell him to go. He stood in silence, waiting patiently, and she couldn’t resist. “Do you want to come in?” she asked with a smile, already knowing that was exactly what he hoped to do.

“Thanks, and of course.”

She opened her door and stopped to switch off the alarm system and turn on the light in the short entryway.

Ryan entered and she led him into the living room, turning on a lamp while, he looked around. “It’s great, Ashley,” he said.

“I moved here about a month ago, and I’m just getting new furniture,” she explained, trying to view it from his eyes. An Impressionist print in a gilt frame hung above an oak mantel above the brick fireplace. Her sofa and matching wing chair were upholstered in blue antique velvet, and she had a polished hardwood floor, but her place was modest and small compared to his sprawling high-rise condo with its terrace and magnificent view of Dallas.

He had four bedrooms, an entertainment center, an exercise room, a living area and dining room, all filled with elegant fruitwood furniture, and every convenience. Her duplex had to be unimpressive to him, but he was being polite.

“In here is the living area, where I spend all my time,” she said, leading him into a small, less formal room with a sofa upholstered in bright flowers and two matching chairs. An oak coffee table sat in front of the sofa.

He walked over to a wooden game table in one corner of the room to look at the chess set on it. “Ah, a game in progress.”

“I’m playing with someone via the computer,” she said.

“We’ll have to have a game,” he said. “We won’t disturb this one, but sometime soon, or when you finish this one, we can play.”

“I imagine you’re excellent at chess,” she said, unable to picture him doing anything that he didn’t consistently manage to succeed at.

“We’ll see,” he said. “It’s difficult to judge yourself.”

She laughed. “No, it isn’t! You just don’t want to admit, especially before we’ve played, that you rarely lose.”

“I’m going to have to improve my image with you,” he teased.

“No, and don’t even try,” she replied, realizing she was giving him one challenge after another.

Bookshelves lined one wall, and Ryan strolled across the room to study the contents of her shelves. Ashley knew she was going to remember him prowling around her duplex. She looked at his broad shoulders and recalled with absolute clarity how he’d look nude, walking away from the bed.

Drawing a deep breath, she tried to focus her mind elsewhere, talking without half thinking about what she was saying. “My kitchen is over here,” she said, leading him into a space that was about one-sixth the size of his. It had a small eating area and a tiny island in the center. “And that’s it.” She smiled at him. “Unless you want to see my utility room.”

“I haven’t seen your bedroom,” he reminded her. “Give me the deluxe tour.”

“Sure,” she replied, trying to sound casual and not think about a bed and Ryan in it.

“Here it is,” she said, and he followed her into her blue bedroom, walking around to look at items on her desk, pictures on the wall and memorabilia on her shelves. He reached out to pick up one of her tennis trophies. “You’re good at tennis. We’ll have to play.”

“Right now I’ve given it up,” she said, and watched his dark eyebrows arch.

“How come?” he asked, replacing the trophy on the shelf.

She realized she couldn’t give him the right answer and tried to think of an excuse. But silence stretched, and she began to panic, searching for something to say.

“Tennis elbow,” she answered at last.

“Too bad. I was looking forward to a match with you. Chess and tennis. There are two things we both enjoy, so we might as well do them together when we can.”

“They’re both competitive.”

“All the better,” he said softly. “I like competing with you.”

“I suspect you’re happy to compete with the world because most of the time, you’re satisfied with the outcome,” she said, and he smiled.

“What do you do for your elbow?” he asked, walking over to her.

“There’s not much I can do,” she replied, avoiding his eyes and wishing she could think of another subject. “Now you’ve seen my room.”

He turned to look at her bed. “I’ll know where to picture you in my mind when I talk to you on the phone.” His voice had lowered a notch, and she wondered if he was remembering their weekend together, too.

“That’s the tour. There’s an extra bedroom. Want something to drink?”

“Sure. I’ll have pop.”

He strolled beside her as they returned to the kitchen, where she got pop for him, ice water for herself and a plate of cookies. “We can go in the living room where it’s more comfortable,” she said. Seconds later, she was sitting on the sofa. He chose one of the chairs, putting distance between them, and she realized he was doing what he’d promised—going slowly.

“Has your family seen this place?”

She shook her head. “Not yet. My dad and brother don’t get into the city often unless there’s a cattle sale or something like that. My grandmother hardly ever leaves our area.”

“How’s your dad feeling?”

“He’s getting along all right from what my brother tells me. Jeff says Dad is still working too hard for a man who’s had a heart attack, but there’s nothing any of us can do about that. The flood last year was another big blow. Health insurance is an endless problem.”

“And you’re still helping out financially?” Ryan asked bluntly, and she nodded.

“Yes, I’m happy to,” she replied.

“I know what you mean,” he said, and she wondered if Ryan even remembered the sacrifices of his early years.

He stretched out his long legs. “I’m sorry your family has problems.”

“We’ll get through them. Dad says we always have.”

“So what weddings are coming up?” Ryan asked, changing the subject. As she talked, she realized he was a good listener.

Finally, he stood and picked up his glass. “I’ll put this in the kitchen and then I better go. It’s late.”

She glanced at her watch and was surprised to see it was nearly one in the morning. “Great heavens! On work nights I go to bed early.”

“Sorry if I kept you up past your bedtime. You should’ve thrown me out.”

“Oh, sure,” she said. “Leave your glass. I’ll put it up.”

He crossed the room to her. “Since I’m taking you to work in the morning, eat breakfast with me tomorrow. That’s harmless.”

“Ryan, nothing is ‘harmless’ with you,” she answered.

“Ah, now that’s great news,” he replied, and she shook her head. “So even breakfast with me is different from breakfast with John Doe or Susie Smith? Sometime I’ll try to discover why, but not yet. Tonight, I’m taking it ever so slowly—don’t you agree?”

“Of course, and you have to hear me say that, too.”

“I just want to make certain I’m doing what you like,” he said with great innocence. He stood inches away, and was bantering her, but she had spent an enjoyable evening with him. They had touched lightly and casually, but each contact was fiery, and longing had steadily built, until now she ached to wrap her arms around him and kiss him. She had no intention of doing so, yet she was certain that before he told her goodbye, that was exactly what he would do. She couldn’t imagine he would walk away without a kiss.

“I’ll pick you up, so let’s have breakfast.”

“All right,” she said, glancing at her watch. “I have to have my sleep. I’ll call and arrange to go in late, so can you come at half-past eight—or does that make you too late?”

“Half-past eight it is.” They walked to the door, and he turned to face her.

“Thanks for the delicious dinner,” she said. “It was a nice evening.”

“I thought it was fantastic. I can’t wait until breakfast. Night, Ashley,” he said.

“Good night, Ryan,” she replied, while her heart raced. To her surprise, he turned and strolled toward his car. She was amazed he hadn’t given her even a light kiss, and she tried to ignore the ripple of disappointment she felt.

She waved to him and went inside, locking up and switching off lights. She was getting more involved with him instead of less, she knew, and wondered how much that was going to complicate her life.

It wasn’t until she showered for work the next morning that she realized she had made a big mistake.

Worrying, she blew her hair dry, her thoughts on Ryan. She had promised to eat breakfast with him, forgetting completely that all too often she suffered morning sickness.

She knew she could never get him to cancel coming to fetch her. She didn’t have a car, since she’d left it at work to go to dinner with him. Mulling over what to do, she dressed in a navy skirt and white blouse, then looped and pinned her hair on her head.

Promptly at half-past eight, Ryan arrived and rang her doorbell. When she opened it, she lost her breath at the sight of him.

Dressed in a charcoal suit and red tie, he looked incredibly handsome. “My, you look great,” she couldn’t resist saying, reminded again that her baby would have the most handsome father possible.

“That’s my line,” he said, his warm gaze traveling slowly over her. He inhaled and his chest expanded. When his eyes met hers again, she drew a long breath, because she could see desire in the depths of green.

“Let me get my purse,” she said, realizing her voice was breathless and wondering if he noticed.

As she returned, he watched her. She felt self-conscious, tingly, but couldn’t resist hoping she enticed him.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said quietly.

“Thanks, even though it’s a bit of an exaggeration. White blouse, navy skirt, ordinary office clothes,” she said, waving her hand toward herself.

“Not to me. And I’m seeing you without them. I still have a memory.”

Her pulse skipped. “Forget it, Ryan,” she said. “You go out and I’ll set my alarm,” she added.

“You’ve already triggered mine,” he drawled, with a sexy innuendo that made her breath catch.

As he drove, she tried to keep the conversation light, maintaining a stream of topics so they wouldn’t get into anything personal.

The sun was bright, the air clear and the sky a deep blue. The beautiful spring day lifted her spirits, and she wondered how much of her bubbling enthusiasm was because of the glorious day and how much was due to the charmer seated beside her.

He took her to an expensive restaurant where she had never eaten. The glassed-in dining area held an abundance of hanging green plants and pots of tropical flowers, all giving an open-air feeling and adding to the springtime ambience.

His eyebrows arched when she ordered only milk and an English muffin.

“I’m not particularly hungry,” she explained, already too aware of smells of coffee and bacon wafting in the air. She wished she had never accepted the invitation to breakfast with him, but she was into it now, and she tried to avoid thinking about food or looking at any that went by, carried by waiters.

When her muffin and milk were placed in front of her, she didn’t really want them.

Worse, Ryan was served a platter holding an omelet and slices of bacon, patties of sausage and fat, golden biscuits. He had steaming coffee and a chilled glass of orange juice.

Her queasy stomach churned, and she excused herself, rushing to the ladies’ room because of nausea. To her relief, it was an elegant restaurant and the ladies’ room had a sofa. Stretching out, she laid folded paper towels soaked in cold water on her forehead, thankful Ryan couldn’t see her.

A few minutes later, a waitress came in and spotted her. She asked if Ashley was okay.

“Yes, thanks,” she replied, smiling. “I just felt faint.” To her relief, the waitress nodded and left.

Ashley stayed until she felt she could join Ryan again. With her stomach still churning, she returned. Coming to his feet as she approached the table, he reached out to take her arm. “Let’s go. I’ve already taken care of the check,” he said, holding her arm.

“You’re having to leave your breakfast behind,” she said, wanting to get to the sanctuary of her office, and barely thinking about what she was saying.

“That’s no problem. Ashley, I’m taking you to my doctor.”

“No, you’re not!” she declared emphatically. “I’m fine.”

When he lapsed into an uncustomary silence, she wondered if she had been too abrupt. She slid into his car and shut her eyes, resting her head against the seat. She straightened when she heard him opening his door, and glanced up to find him studying her intently.

Her heart thudded. “It’s just a minor upset, Ryan. Really it is. Don’t worry, and take me to my office.”

She knew she should force some kind of cheerful banter and get his mind off the incident, but she was wrung out. The motion of the car wasn’t helping, and she was desperate to escape.

At her office, he came around the car to take her arm again. “I’m fine. I promise,” she repeated.

“I’ll go inside with you,” he insisted.

She didn’t feel like arguing, and he would soon be gone. She walked in silence with him and was relieved they didn’t encounter Jenna or Carlotta.

In her office she turned to thank Ryan, while he closed the door and turned to face her, standing only a few feet away with his hands on his hips.

Her heart began to drum, because he wasn’t leaving as she expected him to.

“Now tell me what’s really wrong with you!” he demanded quietly.