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.But he knew better.He tilted his head, studying her."Petite, blond, compliant.Someone who reads Stephen King and has more in her refrigerator than half a dozen cups of yogurt and diet cola.""Everything I'm not?" Arden guessed, drawn into the discussion."Something like that.""So why are you here with me?"He shrugged."Maybe I can't resist a challenge.""Is that what I am?" She raised an eyebrow."A challenge? Is there a pool in the courthouse to see if you can thaw the ice princess?""I don't know if there's a poor or not," he told her."But I know that anyone who uses that name doesn't have a clue about you.""And you do?""I think I'm starting to."She dropped her eyes."You're wasting your time if you think I'm going to fall into bed with you.I've already told you that I have no interest in being the latest in your long string of playthings.""That's not what I want, either."She stole the last piece of bacon from his plate, nibbled on it."Maybe it started out that way," he admitted."But lately I've been starting to think you might be the one."Her eyes widened a fraction, and he was sure he detected a hint of panic in their depths."The one what?""The right person at the right time."She shook her head, as if to deny even the possibility.Shaun smiled, but didn't push.He'd said enough for one day, and he didn't want to scare her off.She'd figure it out for herself, when she was ready."Let's get you to the office," he said instead.* * *Arden pushed open the door of the little café and stepped into the cool morning.There was a bite in the air, as if winter was already on the doorstep and it wasn't even the middle of October.Shaun took her hand in his, linked their fingers together.The gesture struck her as strangely intimate, but comfortable, as if it was perfectly natural for the two of them to be walking along Court Street holding hands.She was preoccupied with their breakfast conversation throughout the walk to her office.She didn't believe that Shaun's interest in her was anything more than a passing attraction.He'd admitted that she wasn't his type.She didn't imagine he'd want to spend the next couple of months with her, never mind the rest of his life.And she wasn't in the market for a relationship, anyway.She wasn't comfortable with intimacy and she wouldn't set herself up for more rejection and heartache.She knew that Shaun McIver could break her heart, because as much as she tried to hold back, to distance herself from her feelings, she was already starting to fall for him.But as long as she was aware of that fact, she felt confident that she was still in control and could prevent herself from getting in too deep.She unlocked the door of her office and disengaged the alarm.Shaun was right behind her as she walked through the reception area.The ever-efficient Rebecca had stacked the files for her morning appointments on her desk before leaving the night before.Arden gestured to the pile."I have to review these before my clients come in.""Are you trying to get rid of me again?"She nodded."All right, I'll go.I have to put the final touches on those bookcases, anyway." But he stepped closer to her, framed her face in his palms.She knew he was going to kiss her again, and the anticipation was almost as devastating as the gentle pressure of his mouth on hers.Her eyelids lowered as his lips cruised over hers, slowly, expertly, completely seducing her.She gave up trying to fight the attraction between them.What was the point in reciting words of denial when this was what she wanted? She knew it wasn't smart, she knew it might be a big mistake, but right now this was what she wanted.She wound her arms around his neck, buried her fingers in his hair.Maybe he wasn't so crazy to think that they might be able to build something special.Maybe this was what she'd been looking for, what she needed.Maybe…"Arden, I have some questions about the separation agreement you asked me to— Oops." Marcy cleared her throat as Arden and Shaun sprang apart.Her lips curved."Sorry."Arden tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and stepped behind her desk, needing to put some physical distance between her and Shaun, and to remind herself that this was her office.She was a lawyer, for God's sake, not some hormonal teenager who couldn't control her most basic urges."Mr.McIver was just leaving [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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