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тАЬI don't want to talk about it.тАЭ

He shrugged easily. тАЬOkay. No shop talk. It's been that kind of a day for me, too.тАЭ

тАЬNo shop talk,тАЭ she agreed, surprised at herself. She was never this blunt. Perhaps it was the heat. Or
perhaps it was the man himself. It was funny how easily she had accepted his presence at her side,
strange how comfortable she felt with him. She'd heard about such things, about people who told their
most intimate secrets to a stranger, comforted by the anonymity, freed by the lack of a shared past and
all the baggage it carried. That probably explained it.

God, it was hot! She had never known such debilitating heat. It played tricks on her mind and heightened
her senses. She was very aware of the stranger's body heat, his musky scent, the subtle sound of his
breathing.
He was a good-looking man, though not at all the sort of man she would ever date. About six feet tall, he
was slim without being skinny, muscular and athletic-looking without being bulky. His thick hair was light
brown, streaked wildly with a dozen shades of gold. One rebellious lock hung over his forehead, and he
occasionally brushed it out of his eyes as he quietly enjoyed his beer at her side.

His brows and lashes were dark, framing astonishingly bright green eyes which virtually twinkled with
interest and energy. His long, lean face revealed two heart-stopping dimples when he smiled, and his
mouth was full and wide. A slightly crooked nose and a faint scar at his temple gave him a certain
roughness and added to his rakish air.

His clothes were ordinary. Indeed, in a less generous mood, Madeleine would have called them
cheapтАФkhaki pants, an old leather belt, scuffed shoes, a factory-made shirt, and a tie that some woman
had given him. He couldn't possibly have chosen that wine-colored background and paisley design for
himself.

тАЬA woman gave you that tie,тАЭ she said without thinking.

His brows moved in surprise. тАЬThat's right. How did you know?тАЭ

тАЬI'll bet it's your only tie, except for the black one you wear at weddings and funerals.тАЭ

He smiled, studying her with interest. тАЬHave you been peeking in my closet?тАЭ

тАЬMen are so predictable.тАЭ

тАЬReally? Then tell me what my briefs look like.тАЭ

тАЬOh, I'm not an expert on underwear.тАЭ

тАЬJust ties.тАЭ

тАЬIt doesn't look like you. And it doesn't match your shirt. You wouldn't wear it if you owned a few
more.тАЭ She realized what she had just said. тАЬSorry. That was rude.тАЭ She frowned. тАЬI'm never rude.тАЭ

тАЬNever say never.тАЭ

тАЬNo, I'm never rude.тАЭ She blinked at him. тАЬBut I just was, wasn't I?тАЭ