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One step at a time, Holly thought, feeling heat curl low inside her when Ruiz brushed past her at the sink. Now, if she could just control that heat and direct it into building a friendship with Ruiz everything might work out fine.
‘Why don’t you tell me something about the gap between school with my sister and now?’ Ruiz suggested casually, taking her off guard as they loaded the dishwasher together. ‘You can leave out anything you don’t want to talk about.’
‘That would mean leaving out most of it,’ she said, trying to make a joke of things she really didn’t want to remember. ‘And I’d much rather talk about you.’
‘I’m sure you would,’ Ruiz agreed dryly, easing onto one hip.
‘A playboy makes a much more interesting topic of conversation than the life of a would-be journalist,’ Holly pointed out.
‘A playboy?’ Ruiz queried. ‘Is that how you see me?’
‘That’s how the world sees you.’
‘Really?’ His lips pressed down. ‘It seems a rather old-fashioned term for a man who works hard for a living.’
‘A man who lives like this,’ Holly interrupted him, glancing round the designer kitchen. ‘Most people would find it fascinating.’
‘That’s only because they don’t know the truth about the boring slog associated with getting to this point,’ Ruiz assured her with amusement.
‘And if they did?’ she said carefully.
‘What are you getting at, Holly?’
‘Can I be honest with you?’
‘I hope you’re always honest.’
She braced herself. ‘The column I’m working on is failing. If it has any chance of surviving it needs something different, something unique, to draw people in.’
He looked at her for a moment, and then he said, ‘Oh, no.’
‘Please let me finish,’ she begged him. ‘I’m proposing to write a fictional piece to head up the column and build reader numbers. I’ve always kept a personal diary,’ Holly explained, ‘and this would be a public extension of that—half serious, mostly poking fun at me, ordinary Holly Valiant, living with a glamorous playboy.’
‘No,’ Ruiz said flatly.
‘It was just an idea—’
‘You’re not ordinary and I’m not glamorous.’
But Ruiz seemed glamorous to her with his wild, thick black hair and swarthy complexion. He was darkly dangerous and dangerously sexy. And readers would love him. He was standing very close—close enough to touch—close enough for her senses to pick up on his mood. It wasn’t anger she sensed, but something a lot more worrying.
‘And I’m certainly not a playboy,’ he added, moving away.
‘But who’s to know that?’ she pressed.
‘I can see I’ll have to watch what I say to you in future, Holly Valiant.’
So it wasn’t a complete no, Holly thought, feeling excitement build inside her. ‘I would never write anything derogatory about you.’
‘I should think not …’ And why was he even giving her this much of an opening? It might amuse him to read it, Ruiz reasoned. ‘So is all this talk about a new column just a ruse to get out of telling me about your past?’
‘If I tell you about my past you’ll be asleep in five minutes,’ Holly assured him. ‘Why don’t you start the ball rolling?’ she suggested. ‘Just make sure you leave out anything you don’t want to see in print,’ she added, tongue in cheek.
He stared at her for a moment, and then he laughed. ‘Touché, Ms Valiant.’
‘En garde, Señor Acosta.’
She made him laugh. She made him relax. She made him realise he could enjoy being with a woman without taking her to bed. Who knew? Ruiz mused wryly.
