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under
    the desk. He stood, looking pissed off with his tucked in his jeans pockets,
    glaring at her.
    “Well, I’m here. Now what?”
    She gulped and got to her feet, noting the way he blinked
    and how his nostrils flared. He lifted his chin and squared his impossibly
    broad shoulders as if realizing that the something between them demanded
    that he ignore it.
    Good for you, she thought. At least one of us is going to be
    strong in the face of this thing.
    “Have a seat,” she said in her softest therapy voice. “Now,
    we talk.”
    “I don’t wanna talk, least of all with you.”
    “Well, your mother paid me in advance for four sessions and
    I am not cheap. So I suggest you park the stubborn at the door and join me in
    here, at least for a bit. I won’t…” she paused, mentally smacking herself,
    “bite.”
    A smile teased the corners of his full lips, and then
    retreated into a scowl. “Whatever,” he grunted then flopped into one of the
    large leather chairs on the other side of her desk. “Waste of my parents’
    money, I assure you.” He crossed his arms, looking for all the world like a
    recalcitrant three-year-old.
    She smiled, and then as she realized she was still standing
    and gawking at him, sat down fast. After fiddling with a few papers, she leaned
    forward, her fingers threaded together on the desk in front of her. “So, tell
    me about Crystal.”
    Antony snorted and looked up at the office ceiling. “No. I
    don’t want to talk about her.”
    “Okay, tell me about AliceLynn.”
    “No.”
    “Well then, tell me about your business.”
    “My…what?”
    “Your business. The garage. How did you get that started?”
    “You aren’t gonna trick me into talking about my dead wife
    or my teenaged daughter.”
    She spread her hands out, thinking that perhaps this was
    going to be more difficult than what she’d bargained for, and smiled at him.
    His matching grin lit up the room, making her grit her teeth to keep from
    leaping across the desk and pinning him to the couch, blindfolding him and
    doing exactly the thing that he probably had no idea he needed.
    He was a hot mess.
    Problem was: She had a weakness for hot mess men. Frankly,
    they were catnip to her.
    And look how that turned out for you, Margot. Stop it.
    Talk to him, listen, nod your head, take his mother’s money, and send him on
    his grumpy, emotionally constipated way.
    He sighed again, dropped his gaze to hers and his jaw
    softened ever so softly.
    “This is…kinda weird.” His low, gravelly voice went straight
    to her heart.
    “You have no idea how much,” she said, standing again and
    moving around the large desk while he watched, as if he’d expected her to do
    that very thing.

Chapter Four
     
     
    Antony stared into the depths of his third, or maybe fourth,
    cup of coffee. The early tendrils of dawn light had only just reached the edges
    of the woods bordering his property but his brain had forced him up and out of
    bed hours before. He sipped, cursing his life for the millionth time that
    morning. It was his usual wake-up routine but today it seemed tinged with
    something fresh and new—something he didn’t want, but that held an edge of
    promise his lizard brain had latched onto and held tight.
    He sighed and pondered a quick trip back to his bedroom,
    figuring that jacking off for the third time in a twelve-hour period might
    work.
    But then again, it might not.
    Damn woman. Damn stupid too-short skirt and too-long legs.
    Damn blue eyes and full lipped smile and her hands…and voice.
    He shuddered, glaring down at the fresh tent in his shorts.
    It wasn’t as if anything actually happened. She’d moseyed
    around to the side of her desk and leaned there, giving him a full view of her
    perfectly long legs ending in those frigging frumpy, stupid, clunky shoes and
    he’d relaxed for the first time in what felt like years. The realization of
    that had left him teetering on the edge of something familiar.
    “Tell me