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reunion along before he did something he’d regret.
    Like her.
    “So okay, if it’s not the, the…ya know, then what brings you by?”
    Crimson tinged her cheeks. Embarrassment maybe? Confusion? Desire? Before he could discern the subtlety, her response to his question set every nerve ending in his body on red alert.
    “Unfortunately, I’m here because of your brother.”
    So Eugene was the reason she was here. That bastard. Shit. Just shit. “What exactly does that mean?”
    She didn’t answer. Instead, she turned on her heel and sauntered to the kitchen.
    His gaze followed her every movement. Sunlight shown through the bay window in the breakfast nook, illuminating her petite form. The pixie-short hair, the creamy skin, the soft glow from the sun all worked together to give her an ethereal look. Normally, the sight would be as arousing as hell but not after her last statement.
    “Damn it, Vivian. Please tell me what’s going on.”
    She waved him off. “We’ve been through this before. Call me Viv. My name’s bad enough without having to draw it out to three syllables.”
    Anxiety twisted his intestines into pretzels. She was being evasive. That was never a good sign.
    “Okay, Viv , what’s going on ? ”
    Finally, she squared her shoulders and turned to face him. “I have a business proposition for you, Brock.”
    “A business proposition?”
    “Yes.” She laid her satchel on the breakfast table and dug inside. Eventually, she pulled out a burgundy presentation binder and held it out to him. The top page sported the words Richard D. McDonald Executive Suites: Interior Design and Landscaping. “You’re interviewing for this project, aren’t you?”
    “Yeah.” If he could get his Muse to stop being a bitch, anyway.
    “Good.” She stepped closer, thrust her portfolio into his hands. “If you’re interested, I have some beautiful ideas I’d like to show you, and if any speak to you, maybe we could incorporate them into something new, our own unique design.”
    Our own unique design…
    “Wait, wait, wait.” He scrubbed a palm over his head. “Are you saying you want to partner with me for this project?”
    “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
    He shook his head. No way in hell the biggest gun in his brother’s arsenal would walk up and offer to partner with him. This had to be a trick. He hated thinking of Viv as being deceptive but…
    “Your landscaping company’s part of Eugene’s company. Michaels Architectural Design and Landscaping—”
    “Actually…” She held up a manicured hand to silence him. “Eugene’s company is Michaels Architectural Design. Mine’s Michaels Interior Decorating & Landscaping. We’re lumped together so often people mistake us for a joint firm, but I assure you, we’re not. We don’t even share an office anymore. And we haven’t for the past year. I only sign my designs over to him when we accept a contract.”
    Shit, even he didn’t know that, but the distinction didn’t answer the big question. “And why aren’t you partnering with your dear husband’s company for this venture?”
    Her lips tightened into thin lines and she crossed her arms beneath her luscious tits. “You want the unadulterated truth, emphasis on un adulte rated.”
    Unadulterated.
    Adultery.
    Shit.
    He looked heavenward. Eugene, you fucking, fucking moron.
    “Damn, Viv, I’m so sorry.”
    She shrugged as if Eugene’s betrayal didn’t burn. “It’s not your fault your brother’s a dirtbag.”
    True. Brock tightened his grip on Viv’s portfolio to keep from throwing it. “Let me guess. He was having an affair with Jenny Bishop.”
    “Among others.” Her gaze slid to the floor. “Let’s just suffice it to say I’ve caught your brother with one too many blonde bimbos, and I’ve had enough.”
    Anger and understanding simmered in Brock’s gut. “So you’ve come to me because you want to use me and my architectural design firm to get back at him.”
    She