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you!” He stuck his hand right above where Connor still held Juliana’s.
    Feeling ridiculous, she drew her hand back while Connor shook Max’s hand.
    “Wasn’t sure you’d recognize me,” Connor said.
    “One of the leading salesmen in Indiana?” Max snorted a laugh. “I always know the competition.” He gave Connor a head-to-toe appraisal. “You’re thinking about getting back in the biz?”
    Back?
She filed that bit of info away, figuring it might be a conversation starter as well as a way to get to know more about Connor.
    Max turned to her, giving her such a fake salesman smile she almost rolled her eyes. “Sure didn’t know you’d married such a looker, Wilson. What’s your name, doll?”
    Doll? Oh, Max. You’re an asshole.
    “I’m Juliana Kelley, but we’re not married.”
    “Well, then.” Max rubbed his hands together. “What would it take to get you to come sit and talk? You came for the seminar, which means you’re interested.”
    Was
interested. “I—I’m not sure about anything yet, Mr. Schumm,” she said, hating the hesitation in her voice. For some reason, she couldn’t just come out and tell him to buzz off. Perhaps that reason was Connor. She was dying to hear what he had to say to Max.
    “Oh, sorry,” Max said. “I meant Connor.”
    How the hell would she have known that? The guy had been staring right at her. Now he was summarily dismissing her.
    Her pride shattered. Not only had she been rudely dismissed, it had happened in front of the first man she’d been attracted to in just about forever.
    With a shake of her head, she walked away. Somewhere in that bar was a shot of Patrón with her name on it.

Chapter Three
    “How about I call you Monday, Max?” Connor said.
    He’d never make the call, but all he could think was that the woman of his dreams was getting away and there was no way he’d let that happen.
    Connor inclined his head toward the conference room. “You’ve still got people waiting to talk to you.”
    “Sure, sure,” Max replied. His eyes had narrowed enough to show his anger at being dismissed. “Give me a ring.” On that, he left.
    Connor kept his gaze on Max until he disappeared down the hall toward the conference room. Then he turned to face the other long corridor, the one that led to the bar.
    Should he go after her?
    Juliana Kelley.
Temptation on two very long legs.
    If he had any brains, he’d go back to his room. The closing on his new house was Tuesday. The place was a wreck, so he’d have more than enough to keep him busy. That, and he was going to start his own agency. He’d sworn he was going to simplify his life, to keep the demons from eating him alive. No unnecessary stress. Nothing to throw him off track. He didn’t need any… complications.
    Juliana Kelley was most definitely a complication.
    His gaze fell on the small kiosk in the hotel lobby. As though drawn there, he went inside, found the display of toiletries, and plucked up a box of condoms. The saleslady gave him a sly smile as he made his purchase, and the giggle was there in her voice when she thanked him, told him to have a nice evening, and handed over his change. He shoved the coins and the box in his jacket pocket and headed to Kicks, excusing his action as being presumptuous, born of an attraction he simply couldn’t fight.
    There were no guarantees, but a guy needed to be ready for anything that popped up.
    He chuckled at his double entendre.
    The place was next to empty, but it wouldn’t have mattered even if it had been packed. That red hair was a beacon, as was her innate sensuality. She sat at the bar, shoulders lowered as she played with an empty shot glass.
    Connor approached slowly, trying to let common sense and intellect argue to stop him. He had no business getting involved with her. Not now. His life was being held together by a frayed shoestring. Yes, things were looking up after far too long, but the control he held came to him day by day, sometimes