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lukewarm sliver of gray light peeking between the drapes and thought longingly of the sun-dappled beach at Malibu. She’d been promising herself she’d take up wind-surfing and this probably would have been the perfect weekend for it. There would have been lovely, warm breezes, bright blue, cloudless skies...
    â€œIt’s a lousy deal,” she grumbled.
    He grinned. “It’s the only one you’re getting.”
    Lindsay sighed. “Maybe you should reconsider and go to work for Trent Langston after all,” she muttered. “You’re two of a kind.”
    â€œI take it you’re coming,” he said happily.
    â€œI don’t seem to have a choice.”
    â€œWell, that’s not exactly true. You do have a choice.”
    â€œI think it falls into that depressing, gray area between murder and suicide.”
    He watched her and waited, her words simply hanging in the air like drifting, aimless balloons. Finally, she sighed.
    â€œOh, all right. Pack my damn bag. I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”
    She hugged the comforter tightly around her and marched into the bathroom as haughtily as she could. She had a feeling the effect was not quite as regal as she might have liked. Worse, with Mark’s dark-eyed gaze seeming to burn into her, she had a horrible suspicion she’d left her backside in plain view. It would be incredibly difficult to maintain the upper hand with a man who’d seen you fully exposed.
    She slammed the bathroom door shut behind her. Who was she kidding? She hadn’t had the upper hand for the past twenty-four hours and giving David Mark Channing Morrow a glimpse of her bare anatomy couldn’t possibly make things any worse than they already were.
    She glared at the door. If that man thought for one single second that she was his for the taking, then he was in for one mighty rude awakening. He might make her heart pound a little faster than usual and her nerves might be a little more easily rattled, but he also infuriated her. Lindsay knew anger was a very good weapon to use when someone was trying to get under your skin...or into your bed. After a few days under the same roof, he’d discover that she might have a smile like the warmth of a summer sun, but she could be colder than a Denver morning if she wanted to be.
    The difficult part was going to be adjusting the temperature just enough to get his name on that contract before she froze him out of her life.

CHAPTER FOUR
    W hen they walked into the still-crowded hotel coffee shop twenty minutes later, the young, attractive, brunette hostess blatantly surveyed Mark from head to toe. He was wearing what Lindsay had decided after two encounters must be his standard man-of-the-wilderness uniform—snug-fitting jeans, wool plaid shirt and impressive, hand-tooled boots. Despite the casual outfit, he looked exactly like some sort of westernized Greek god just descended from Mount Olympus. The hostessnervously grabbed her entire supply of menus in her rush to accommodate him with what Lindsay knew would be the best table in the room.
    She did all that before he smiled.
    Once he’d given her one of his heart-tumbling, dimpled grins, the poor woman practically fainted dead away. Lindsay had a feeling the bewitched hostess never even noticed her as she trailed along in her prim little suit like some docile, royal retainer who’d been trained to stay ten paces behind.
    â€œI have a wonderful table right back here,” the hostess gushed with a fairly dazzling smile of her own. She started toward a large, comfortable table in the back of the room, her slim hips swaying provocatively.
    If Lindsay had been the jealous type or, for that matter, if she’d even had any claim to Mark at all, the woman’s clear invitation would have made her madder than hell. As it was, she thought she knew exactly how the woman felt. Mark had the same impact on her. His mere physical presence