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be the largest leisure complex along
the coast.
    “How far along are you?”
    About ready to blow, he thought. Ready to shoot my load into my pants
and embarrass myself, that’s how far along. “Diggers are in.” He had to clear
his throat as his gaze lost the battle and he found himself staring at her
milky thighs. “Starting to prepare the groundwork.”
    She reached forward for her coffee, the action making her breasts
jiggle. He thought of that white lace. Hell, such a thin barrier between him
and paradise.
    “You obviously want photographs of that?” She scribbled in her notebook.
“Of the ground being prepared?”
    He needed a moment to get his thoughts back to focus on business. “Like
I said, I want a record of the whole process. Start to finish.”
    “It’ll be exciting to watch it grow.”
    Baby, you have no idea.
    Shit. What was he? Sixteen? Couldn’t he keep his mind off his throbbing
cock for two damn seconds?
    “How do you want to play it?”   She
turned to look at him and for a moment he was distracted by the pleasure
sparkling in her hazel eyes. “Would you give us a heads up when you want
photos, or do you want us to come on a regular basis, say once a week?”
    Once a fucking week wouldn’t do it. He’d want her to come every damn
time he—
    “Reed?”
    “Regular basis,” he managed, giving himself a mental shake as he reached
for a fortifying swig of caffeine.
    There was no damn way he was going to be able to wait for her. What if
she never gave in to him? What if she really didn’t mix business with hot,
rampant pleasure?
    Well, he just might have a plan to ensure that didn’t happen.
    But first things first. There were things he needed to know. Questions
he wanted answered.
    “Tell me about your business,” he said as casually as he could manage.
“Why did you lose it?”
    Her chin came up and her eyes grew serious. “One of those things. Lesson
learned. I won’t make the same mistake again.”
    “You took your eye off the ball?”
    She put her notebook on her lap and reached for her coffee. “Something
like that.”
    After taking a sip, she carefully put down her mug and caught her lower
lip between her teeth. For a moment he took his eye off the ball.
    “I was an idiot,” she said at length. “Trusted someone it turns out I
shouldn’t have trusted.”
    “Happens to us all.” He felt the need to reach out to her, to rub his
hands over those stiff shoulders. “What’s your timescale? Plan?”
    She turned to him. “Now I know how you want us to work, I can run it
past Tom and—
    “I’m not talking about the development.”
    Those hazel eyes turned wary.
    “What’s your timescale?” he repeated. “For setting up in business again.
Can’t imagine you intend working for someone else indefinitely.”
    Again her chin tilted upward. Why the hell did he find that a turn on? “I
don’t currently have a timescale or a plan.”
    He shook his head, but softened it with a smile. “First rule of
business.   Have a plan and a timescale
within which to accomplish it.”
    She frowned a little and he knew it wasn’t the first time she’d thought
that through. Her teeth worried her bottom lip again.
    Shit.
    “How much do you need as a start up?”
    Her frowned deepened. “I’m not sure that’s your business.”
    He ignored that. For some reason he wanted it to be his business. “Tell
me what you have now, how much you can afford to borrow, and I’ll work you out
a game plan.”
    “I—”
    “Unless you’re not that serious. In which case the way you’re going
about things now is perfectly fine.”
    “I am serious.” She shifted toward him and he knew he’d played it just
right. But then she hesitated, sighed. “It’s not exactly the right time for me
to think about starting again. I’ve reconciled to the reality of having to put
off my plans for a while.”
    “It’s never a good idea to put plans on hold. They have a tendency to
fade into