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Silas waited for me at the front door. “Why didn’t you hire someone to clean up?”
“Because I can handle it,” I said, wanting to unlock the door, but he was blocking my exit.
Silas crossed his arms. “I thought Harper convinced you to hire people to help?”
I tipped my head to consider him. “How do you know that?”
“Leo talks.”
Irritation shot up my spine. “He has no business talking to you about me.”
“I’m not your enemy.”
“You are.” But my insistence fell flat. He’d stopped because he was worried about me. He was willing to work with me despite my usual defensiveness when we were around each other.
“You came to me years ago asking for a partnership, and I’m willing to try it out. If we’re going to do this, we need to call a truce.”
I nodded stiffly. “I can be professional.”
His lips twitched. “You can be with everyone but me.”
“I’ll do better.”
His lips twitched. “So you’ll give it a real chance?”
“Of course. It’s what I want. What I’ve always wanted.”
“To work with me?”
And apparently more. “Yes.”
“Is that all you want?”
My mind flashed back to that tender kiss in the kitchen and the way he’d devoured me in the closet. “Absolutely.”
His expression was dubious. He didn’t believe me, but it didn’t matter. I was going to lie to him and to myself. Nothing good could come from kissing him again.
When he’d kissed me so sweetly, I’d wanted more. Which was ridiculous. I didn’t know any man capable of being tender. Sex was a physical release and nothing more. It didn’t leave me wanting more. Not like it had when I was with Silas. Which was why I should be staying away from him. But business came first. “I’m looking forward to working with you.”
He grinned. “I never thought I’d hear you say that.”
I shook my head. “Were you driving by for a reason?”
“I wanted to see if you were still here.”
That surprised me. “You were checking up on me?”
“I was worried about you.”
To hear him clarify what I already sensed was interesting. It made me think there was more to him than his ruthless business side. Was there hope for something between us? I immediately dismissed it. Neither of us wanted a relationship.
Yet he hadn’t pursued that kiss when I was more than willing to take it further. What was his end game?
He grabbed his suit jacket from the back, waited while I locked up, and walked me to my car.
I prided myself on being an independent woman, but I liked that he’d stopped by to check on me and waited to ensure I’d made it safely to my car. When we reached the driver’s-side door, I turned to face him, unable to contain my curiosity. “What was that in the kitchen?”
His suit jacket was draped over his arm. “You mean when I kissed you?”
