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One day, she mused, and shifted a vase an inch on a tabletop.
Satisfied, she took a final tour of the main level. She had just started across the foyer to the staircase when the door
chimes pealed. Too early for guests, she thought as she turned to answer. She sincerely hoped it wasn't a last-minute
delivery she'd have to deal with.
Finn stood on the porch with dusk gathering behind him. A breeze wafted up, played with his hair and brought
Deanna the scent of man and nightfall. He grinned at her, letting his gaze roam up from the toes of her sneakers to
her tousled hair.
"Well, hi. Are you covering tonight's event?" "So to speak." He'd shaved, she noted. And though he hadn't bothered
with a tie, the slate-gray jacket and trousers made the casual look elegant. "You're early."
"By request." He stepped inside and shut the door at his back. "I like your party dress."
"I was just going up to change." And he was blowing a hole in her schedule. She caught herself playing with her
earring and dropped her hand hastily. "Why don't you come in and sit down. I'll tell Angela you're here."
"What's your hurry?" he asked as he followed her into the living room.
"No hurry. Do you want a drink? The bartender's in the kitchen, but I can handle something simple."
"Don't bother."
He sat on the arm of the sofa as he glanced around speculatively. Deanna was no more



suited to the ornate femininity of the room than he was, Finn decided. She made him think of Titania. And, though he
couldn't say why, Titania made him think of wild sex on a damp forest floor.
"Nothing's changed around here in the last six months. I always feel as though I'm walking into the royal gardens."
Deanna's lips twitched. She quashed the disloyal urge to laugh and agree. "Angela's fond of flowers. I'll go get her."
"Let her primp." Finn snagged Deanna's hand before she could walk out. "She's fond of that, too. Do you ever sit
down?"
"Of course I sit down."
"I mean when you're not driving a car or writing copy."
She didn't bother to tug her hand free. "Occasionally I sit down to eat."
"That's interesting, so do I. Maybe we could do it together sometime."
Deanna lifted a brow, tilted her head. "Mr. Riley, are you coming on to me?"
He sighed, but the laughter stayed in his eyes. "Miss Reynolds, I thought I was being so subtle."
"No."
"No, I'm not being subtle?"
"No, you're not. And no." Now she did slide her hand from his. "It's a nice offer, but I'm involved with someone."
Maybe, she added to herself. "And if I weren't, I don't think it's wise to mix personal and professional relationships."
"That sounds very definite. Are you always very definite?"
"Yes." But she smiled. "Definitely." Angela paused in the doorway, set her teeth against temper. The picture of her
prot@eg@ee and her lover smiling intimately at each other in her living room had her gorge rising. Though the taste
of fury was familiar, even pleasant, she took a deep breath, fixed a smile on her lips.
"Finn, darling!" She flew across the room, a curvy golden blossom stemmed in pale blue silk. Even as Finn rose from
the sofa, she threw herself into his arms and fastened her mouth possessively on his. "Oh, I've missed you," she
murmured, sliding her fingers up into the



thick tangle of his hair. "So much."
She had an impact, Finn thought. She always did. The offer of unapologetic sex was there in the press of her body,
the heat of her mouth. His body responded even as his mind took a wary step in retreat.
"It's good to see you, too." He untangled himself, holding her at arm's length to study her. "You look wonderful."
"Oh, so do you. Shame on you, Deanna." But she didn't take her eyes off Finn. "For not telling me the guest of honor