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a name for this. It’s called stalking.”
    “It’s beginning to appear that way, yet I really have no proof of anything. Every time she calls me, or even if she were to come here tomorrow, she has Todd as her excuse. Nothing she does right now would hold up in court.” He grimaced. “Not that I want it to get that far.”
    “Maybe you might need to say something to Todd?” She wasn’t sure why, but she didn’t mention her suspicions that Todd might be aware of something going on with Chelsea.
    “Not yet. Hopefully having you around will make her come to her senses.”
    “And if it doesn’t?”
    “I’ll worry about that if it happens.”
    All at once, any arguments for going home didn’t seem so important. She put her glass down on the small table. “I think I’d like to go to bed now,” she said, then schooled her features, trying not to show how intimate that sounded.
    He merely nodded, looking pleased that she was staying. “I’ll find you something to sleep in.”
    “Thank you.” She waited for him to comment, surprised when he didn’t take the opportunity to make some sort of sexy remark.
    “But do me a favor,” he finally said. “Don’t put the light on in the bedroom, just in case.”
    She lifted a brow. “In case?”
    “In case Todd and Chelsea see it. They know the penthouse. They can see it from the road.” A pulse ticked in his temple. “Bloody hell! I hate living like this.”
    In spite of everything, she had to have some sympathy for him. He was used to living in a media fishbowl, but no doubt he’d always been able to rely on his close friends.
    Until now.
    Now his closest friend and wife were the very ones he had to keep at arm’s length.

    It was strange having a woman spend the night in his apartment and not in his bed, Adam mused, returning to the balcony after showing Jenna to the spare room and pouring himself another small measure of brandy. In the darkness he took a seat on the lounger until his skin cooled under the late-night breeze. It was no use going to his room and undressing. Not yet. Not with thoughts of Jenna slipping his T-shirt over her head and down her delicious body, as she would be doing right this minute.
    Groaning, he told himself to push the thought to the side, but it was darn hard pushing any thoughts about Jenna to the side. She was so beautiful and had looked gorgeous in that gown tonight, whether it was secondhand or not. She’d been such an asset at the ball, holding her own with everyone, including Chelsea…including him. He hadn’t had such an enjoyable time with a woman for a long time, especially at these affairs, where everyone was someone and no one fully relaxed from being on show.
    And yet being around Jenna could never relax a man. Not unless it was in the aftermath of making love to her, and even then he suspected he’d want her again immediately too much to relax. Hell, after kissing her twice tonight, and after dancing with her, he didn’t just suspect it. He knew he would want her again right away. No question.
    God, he’d better stop thinking about her or he’d never get to bed. He needed all the sleep he could get, not just because she was in his apartment tonight, but with her being in his life for the next month. He had the feeling he was going to be sleep deprived from now on. Whether he was sexually deprived, too, was up to Jenna.
    And at least there was one thing. Jenna was keeping his worries about Chelsea at bay. And that meant she was serving her purpose.
    He’d chosen well.



Four
    J enna had undressed by the light of the city last night as Adam had asked, so she awoke the next morning to the full sun streaming through the glass panes. It was Saturday, but this wasn’t like her usual Saturdays. She normally didn’t wake in an unfamiliar bed in the apartment of a man she barely knew, wearing that man’s shirt. A man it was wise to keep at a distance.
    The very thought had her tossing back the blankets and sliding