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but a curious undertone had crept in.
    Steely, she thought. That’s the word.
    Jared continued, his hand still cupping her chin. “First, don’t try to downplay what you did tonight. I just found you in the company of another man, with whom you were having dinner without my knowledge. Although our relationship is monogamous, you were on a date, dressed in provocative clothing that broadcast your sexual availability to someone besides me. In my world, that’s called cheating.”
    Pam’s insides quivered at the harsh truth of his words, delivered in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. “But we didn’t do anything, Jared. And I had no plans to,” she protested.
    “Perhaps not. But that isn’t the point. You went on a romantic date with another man behind my back.” He pulled away and unbuckled his seat belt. “We’re not having this conversation here.”
    Jared got out and strode to the passenger side.
    When he opened the door and offered her a hand, Pamela managed to exit the car with some measure of grace. They rode the elevator to his apartment in silence.
    Jared allowed her to precede him into his condo. Pamela stepped into the living room, glad to be revisiting the familiar space. It was pure Jared, all warm tones and polished leather. She turned to him, the first genuine smile of the night lighting her face. “I almost forgot what your place looks like. I really miss it.”
    A shadow of regret crossed his features. “That won’t be the case in the future. Expect to be here more often. Starting with this weekend.”
    Pam felt a rush of relief at his words. He wasn’t freaking out. He wasn’t going to dump her. Jared was so good and forgiving. She probably didn’t deserve him.
    She resolved to do better.
    After hanging up her coat, he strolled to the small bar next to the balcony doors. “The usual?” At her nod, he opened a bottle of Chardonnay.
    Pam settled onto the sofa and trailed her fingers over the buttery leather. She’d always admired Jared’s tasteful furnishings, so different from her bargain-basement crap. For the millionth time, she wondered where he, an entrepreneur with a fledgling business, had gotten the cash to afford this luxurious apartment. She’d never asked, feeling it was rude, not to mention tacky.
    As he poured sparkling water into her wine, Jared spoke again. “Are there any errands or chores you need to attend to? Laundry? Shopping?”
    Pamela considered for a moment. “Believe it or not, no. You’ll be glad to know I’m sticking to my New Year’s resolutions. No more procrastinating or absentmindedness. I even remembered to bring my sugar monitor, which is in my purse. All’s well in my little corner of the world.”
    Jared nodded, looking pleased. “Good. Then you’ll be staying with me until Sunday night when I drive you home.”
    At that, Pam laughed. “But Jared! How about clothes?”
    He shrugged. “You won’t be needing any for what I’ve got planned.”
    Her heart skipped a beat. Then she giggled. He was such a tease. “Seriously,” she insisted. “What if I get cold?”
    An arrogant brow rose. Those espresso eyes slid over her from head to toe, not missing a thing. “Don’t worry, I plan to keep you warm and covered the entire time.”
    He was so naughty. “Promises, promises,” she flung back, enjoying their flirtation.
    Jared sauntered over with his scotch and soda and her wine spritzer. Pam scooted over to give him room, but he was having none of it. After setting their drinks on the coffee table, he slid one arm around her waist and another under her knees, then lifted her onto his lap as if she weighed nothing.
    “Oh!” She gave a startled gasp, placing a steadying hand on his sturdy chest. His heartbeat was a rapid tattoo under her fingers. So Mr. Cool and Collected was as affected by her as she was by him. Pam couldn’t help but smile—his obvious desire made her feel feminine and beautiful.
    She squirmed around his lap, trying to shift away