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He blinked and looked at Fran with a dazed expression. “I thought we were pulling it off rather well.” His breathing was ragged and fast.

“Way too well,” she agreed, stepping out of the circle of his arms. “But we have to forget this ever happened. This is a recipe for disaster. Mixing business with—”

“Pleasure is the word you’re looking for,” he supplied.

“Whatever you want to call it, we’re asking for trouble if we don’t stop. We’ve already established that you’re not looking for love and neither am I.”

Finally he said, “I suppose you’re right. This isn’t a good idea.”

Fran felt a sharp pain in the region of her heart. Surely it was for the best? But since when did being right, or doing what was for the best, hurt so much?