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Canada next week. Neither had time to help with wedding preparations, yet I knew they wanted Merilee to have a wonderful wedding. They wouldn’t mind spending a few minutes pulling strings. Grudgingly I said, “Good idea.”
    “I’m sure you’d have come up with it eventually.” There was a smirk in Jenna’s voice when she added, “Once you started typing up that project plan .”
    Jenna wouldn’t know a plan if it bit her on the behind, but I decided to take the higher road and not comment. Instead, I mused, “What if it rains? We’d need tents or something.”
    “It’ll be sunny for M&M. Just wait and see.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Fine, you put in a request with the weather gods, and I’ll work out a contingency plan.”
    Noises from the aisle made me turn, to see Carmen serving people a couple rows ahead of us. “Jenna, I have to go.”
    “Me, too.”
    “Call Kat, would you? In a couple hours, when she’s up? And e-mail us when you know your travel plans.”
    There was no response. “Jenna? Oh damn, did you hang up on me?”
    Day opened his eyes and grinned as I hung up the phone less than gently. “Man, am I glad I don’t have siblings. Is it always like that?”
    “Usually. We love each other, but…” I shrugged. “My secretary says her sister’s her best friend. I haven’t a clue what that’s like.” Of course, I didn’t actually have a best friend. Colleagues and grad students I enjoyed talking to, but no buddies.
    I’d once thought Jeffrey was my best friend. After, I’d decided I didn’t need one.
    Day’s hand stroked the aching knot in my temple. “You need to learn some relaxation techniques, Theresa.”
    The tension eased. “Actually, I kind of like this one. Your hands are magic.” Yes, I said the words deliberately. When he touched me, I wanted more. Wow, here I was, flirting with a man I knew next to nothing about. Maybe I was wilder than I’d ever imagined.
    “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he murmured.
    I believed him, if he was referring to his hands. They were so nonacademic. Strong, dark, masculine, yet gentle and sensitive. Hands that made a woman melt and burn under their touch. Oh yes, I was coming to believe I could be wild.
    Carmen arrived, bearing nicely set trays: appetizers, cloth napkins, fresh glasses. She presented a wine bottle so we could see the Lenton Brae label, then poured for us. “Enjoy,” she said flatly.
    “She hates us,” I told Day. “You realize we’re going to have marginal service for the whole trip.”
    “That’s better than a boob in the face.”
    “Give me a break. You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that.”
    “Okay, I’m male. What can I say?” He glanced at my chest as if he was wondering what my breast would feel like.
    He made me aware of the thin V-necked sweater I wore and the flesh-colored bra designed for comfort, not display. And of the way my nipples had perked up and were doing their best to draw his attention through those two layers of fabric. I imagined his lips sucking a nipple into his mouth and a jolt of desire pulsed through me. Trying to sound composed, I said, “You sure do know how to sweet-talk a woman.”
    “Yeah, I’m one classy guy.” The words were absentminded, his voice husky, his gaze still fixed on my chest.
    I unfolded my napkin, picked up a fork. “You do have a certain distinctive charm. Stop staring and eat your soup.”
    He chuckled. “Distinctive? You sure do know how to sweet-talk a guy, Dr. Fallon.” Obediently, he turned his attention to his tray and spooned up some soup. “Or is it Dr.? I noticed Carmen called you Ms.”
    “It’s Dr. But the first time I flew as Dr. Fallon, a woman had a heart attack. They checked the passenger manifest and came to me, thinking I was a medical doctor.” I remembered my shock and panic, and gave a shiver. “There I was, all of twenty-two, and I felt so helpless—”
    “Twenty-two?”
    Damn, there was something about this man that had me