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him. She should be. Her body still ached from it "After all, I don't know any more about you than you know about me."
    He stared at her broodingly for a long moment "No. I probably don't. Last night, in the heat of passion, I told myself that once I had you in bed, all the questions would be answered. I thought we'd know each other very well by this morning. And we do in some ways. I just hadn't realized how many questions there would remain to be asked. I seem to have developed an insatiable curiosity about you, Alyssa Meredith Chandler. I want to know everything there is to know, and taking you to bed only gave me some of the answers. My biggest single fear when I opened my eyes and saw you lying there beside me was that I might have been cast in the role of the other man."
    "Somehow I don't see you playing that part," she retorted caustically.
    "Neither do I," he agreed a little too blandly. "But given the fact that I went to sleep without even learning your last name, it was a distinct possibility."
    "You're in a rather negative mood this morning, aren't you?" she observed. "Do I get to go through your wallet now?" It was only a faint sally, and Alyssa was rather surprised when it worked. She hadn't really expected him to free her and walk across the room to fish the elegantly thin leather billfold out of the pocket of his slacks, but he did. She sucked in her breath in temporary relief as his weight left the bed.
    Wordlessly, he strode back across the room and dropped the wallet on her lap. Then he lounged at the foot of the bed and waited while she flipped through it.
    Feeling awkward at riffling through his personal things but not knowing what else to do now that she had demanded to see them, Alyssa hurriedly flipped through the few items. The driver's license was issued to one Jordan Kyle at anOregonaddress. Alyssa automatically calculated his age from the birth date given and came up with thirty-nine. She had been right when she'd suspected he was dangerously near the forty-year mark.
    "Hmmm," she noted with an unexpected surge of wry amusement "No visible means of support. How does a professional gambler get credit cards?" She held up a couple of pieces of the magic plastic.
    His mouth curved wryly. "It's not easy. Not at first. Eventually, the bank stops asking questions when one's account becomes sufficiently large."
    "I'll have to remember that"
    "You don't have that problem. After all, you have a real job. Honest employment Banks love people like you."
    She glanced up, surprised by the curious note in his voice. He looked half intrigued and half wary. The thought crossed her mind very briefly that he seemed almost envious. No, that was crazy. He was the one with the exotic life-style, living the fantasy to the hilt She only dropped in on the illusion occasionally.
    "I have the feeling that your bank is probably lots more in love with you than mine is with me. Something Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    tells me your account is considerably more established. After all, I've just started, uh, supplementing mine."
    "What do you tell people when you blow your ill-gotten gains on something frivolous? How will you explain the red Porsche when you buy it?" he asked deliberately.
    "If anyone asks, I'll tell him I've had a good year in the stock market," she said uneasily, this wasn't a subject she wanted to pursue.
    "Why not tell the truth?"Jordanpersisted coolly, his eyes studying her with an intensity that made her even more nervous.
    "That would be impossible," she stated flatly. "The truth would cost me my job."
    "You're kidding! Cost you your job?"
    "Ummm. That company I work for, Yeoman Research? It prides itself on having several government contracts as well as some other business-sensitive research arrangements. People who gamble as much as I've been doing lately are considered something of an employment risk in situations like that, to say the least. We're seen as