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parents had. He was sure wanting that wasn’t where he’d gone wrong in the past and he wasn’t changing it.
    And there was no chance that any of that could come about with a woman he was at odds with from the get-go. Especially one who was likely spoiled and pampered and accustomed to getting her own way about everything. A woman who probably didn’t know the meaning of the word
compromise
.
    So, thanks but no thanks all the way around, Lindie Camden!
    The most he was going to indulge himself in was rubbing her nose in what her stores left behind. In getting her hands dirty cleaning up some of it.
    Other than that, this whole thing was going to be nothing more than a small amusement until she turned tail and ran back to the family in defeat.
    In the meantime he’d just take in the view as a bonus and use his time with her to make his point. To show the almighty Camdens why they deserved to have things made difficult for them. And not only because there was the stain of the earlier Camdens’ underhanded dealings on their record.
    Oh, yeah, Lindie Camden was in for it. He’d make sure of that. Regardless of how hot she was.
    And the fact that when he reached the first stoplight in Wheatley, he took his shaver out of the glove box to run over his face, after all? That didn’t mean anything except that he wanted to make a good impression on the people he encountered tonight in the process of handing out fliers.
    It wasn’t because he was sprucing up to see Lindie Camden again.
    * * *
    Lindie was in her car in the parking lot of the Wheatley Community Center at five minutes before six o’clock on Tuesday night. She was watching every car that pulled in until she could see if the driver was Sawyer Huffman.
    And wondering why it was that she’d been so eager for this all day long. Why it was that every car made her hopes rise and her pulse race. Why it was that she deflated into disappointment each time the driver proved not to be him.
    She was just eager to get this deal done, she told herself. To get Sawyer on board with Camden Inc. so he stopped making things difficult. To put him in line for a nice fat payday to make up for the past. And then she could go on with her life.
    It didn’t have anything to do with the image of the man himself that had been popping into her mind since she’d seen him here yesterday. All big and tall and broad-shouldered and hella-handsome—
    No, no, no, that didn’t have anything to do with it.
    And it also wasn’t the reason she’d left work an hour early today, gone home and changed from business clothes into her favorite navy blue butt-hugging pants and the tailored white blouse that followed every curve so closely the buttons barely kept from gapping.
    Or the reason she’d untwisted her hair from its French knot, brushed it and left it loose again.
    Or the reason she’d refreshed her blush and mascara and applied the new sassy-rose lip gloss she’d just bought on Saturday.
    It
had
been with him in mind that she’d chosen her shoes, though. Two-inch wedge sandals bought at a bargain price and far more conservative than the spiked heels she’d worn on Monday.
    The fact that they also showed her just-pedicured toes was purely coincidental.
    Sawyer was driving a big white SUV when she finally spotted him pulling into the lot.
    The knight on the white charger—that’s probably how he sees himself, she thought, given that he seemed to have the impression that Camden Inc. was a big, bad evil he was trying to rescue people from.
    Lindie hid her purse under her passenger seat and got out, locking the doors on her metallic-gray sedan and putting her keys in her pants’ pocket.
    He parked in the spot next to her, taking off sunglasses that made him all the more rakish-looking and hooking them on his visor before joining her.
    Not that the removal of the sunglasses muted any of his appeal. The man was simply fantastic-looking.
    But that didn’t make any difference. Even if he had
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