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he
carefully lifted her leg off his lap and stood. But she located her
voice before he reached the door.
    “How dare you make an accusation like that?
I never said I didn’t like men. Even though I’ve yet to know one
that is trustworthy.”
    Betsy could’ve gone on if he wouldn’t have
tilted his head toward her with fire in his eyes. “So that’s it
then. You don’t trust me.”
    “Well I--”
    “Care to share what I’ve done to make you
feel this way?”
    Betsy’s pulse raced and her heart beat
wildly as she listened to the sincerity in his soft spoken words as
he moved toward her.
    He stopped inches in front of her. When
Betsy slowly peered up into the pair of hypnotizing blue eyes of
the man towering over her, she wanted to lean against his firm
frame for support. She wanted to tell him she couldn’t think of a
single reason not to trust him completely.
    “I can’t--”
    Her words were cut off when Skylar cupped
her chin in his fingertips, tilting it upward so when he leaned
over his lips melted over hers. The gentle touch of him gave her a
weightless feeling as she made a graceful leap off the edge of the
earth. As Skylar eased his tongue over hers, sparks snapped and
cracked life back into her, almost instantly igniting a fire deep
within her. The flames shot her into oblivion when he unexpectedly
slid his lips off the corner of her mouth.
    Betsy opened her eyes in time to see his
Adam’s apple move when he swallowed hard just before murmuring, “I
should be going.”
    “Yes,” was the only word Betsy could manage
even though Miss Sensible had a mouthful of questions for the man
before he walked out the door.
    “I have a call to make and an early day
ahead of me,” Skylar muttered as he hastened toward the front
door.
    When he suddenly stopped in the doorway,
Betsy hoped he was having second thoughts about leaving. She longed
for him to turn around and rush into her arms. To her lips that
missed the tenderness of his.
    Skylar did turn back to her, but didn’t make
a mad dash for her arms-lips.
    “I’m sorry about the kiss. I just-I had this
impulse or something. It won’t happen again.”
    Betsy watched him disappear into the night.
Watch is all she could do. Each of his words had dropped a load of
heavy bricks over her, crushing her where she stood.
    She’d never been kissed like that before.
The few boys she’d dated in school and even fewer men since then
had never sent her on such a spectacular journey when they kissed
her. Skylar Blakewood’s was the first. And the last, Miss Sensible
returned to inform.
    How had they ended up kissing anyway? Skylar
seemed on the verge of exploding with anger as Betsy had a few
seconds earlier. There she stood, more or less accusing him of
being untrustworthy when-what? He kissed her. Had he done so to
shut her up?
    Confusion filled Betsy. Then the anger moved
in. Not with him, but herself. Why had she allowed the kiss in the
first place? She never should’ve permitted him inside her
apartment. Never again. Life would be much simpler if she never saw
the man again.
    “That’s the answer,” she said to the empty
space around her. “I won’t see him again.”
    Betsy had agreed to take him on as a client.
She would hold to that promise, provided she could talk Mary into
dealing with the man.
    Of course that wasn’t part of Mary’s job
description, per the agreement they made the day they went into
business together. Mary didn’t show homes or present sales
agreements to sellers. That was Betsy’s responsibility. Mary took
care of running the office.
    But Betsy did handle the negotiations with
the bank which should’ve been Mary’s job. Surely she’d reciprocate
and do her this one little favor. On second thought the way she
adored the man, Betsy thought it possible she’d think Betsy was the
one doing the favor.
    Mary didn’t see it that way the next morning
when Betsy sat in front of her desk and made the request.
    “I’m sorry, Betsy.