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kitchen.”
    It was huge. Around the corner from the dining room in the L-shape, a long counter separated the kitchen from another wall of windows. Gleaming granite stretched the length of the counters on both sides of what was essentially a galley kitchen, the inside wall lined with maple cupboards and stainless steel appliances.
    “You live here alone?” she asked, no pampered trophy wife in sight.
    “Yeah.” He paused, then said, “Here’s my office.” He led the way past the kitchen and through an arched doorway to another large room furnished simply with dark wood office furniture, more windows looking out onto the city view. She surveyed it for a moment before he turned and led her back to the kitchen. “Through this door is the hall. You can access it from here, or from the foyer.” Where he’d appeared when she’d entered his condo.
    “There are four bedrooms,” he continued, leading her down the hall. “One of them is a guest room. This is the master suite.”
    He stepped into his bedroom.
    She hesitated. Her heart jumped into her throat at the idea of going into Jack’s bedroom with him.

Chapter Three
    Jack watched Sasha hovering in the door of his bedroom.
    Christ, she was gorgeous. His heart had been hammering against his ribs from the moment Tim had called up from the lobby to tell him Sasha was on her way. When he’d seen her standing there in his foyer, looking hesitant and beautiful and holy fuck, Sasha , he’d lost his breath. She was there. Right in front of him. Live, in the flesh, after all these years.
    Her smooth fall of honey-blonde hair still fell below her shoulders. Her amazing light blue eyes flickered constantly, looking everywhere but at him. Her fingers kept toying with the strap of the big leather purse hanging over her shoulder, and he was sure she wasn’t even aware of that. She’d always been so easy to read, and much as she tried to act cool, he could see her discomfort.
    She took a step into his bedroom and, once again, he had a surreal moment. Sasha was in his bedroom. Every cell in his body shouted for him to touch her. He clenched his hands into fists and struggled for calm.
    It seemed as if she kind of hated him.
    He’d thought about every possibility and yeah, this had been one of them. So fine, this would just be about business. For now.
    She studied the room with quick glances left and right and then nodded. He liked his bedroom, the simple wood headboard of the bed, the dark green duvet and upholstery on a small loveseat and chair in the corner, the clean lines of the fireplace. The matte sage green walls created an intimate feel. He gave a mental shrug at the pair of athletic socks crumpled on the floor in front of a wicker hamper and the sweatpants lying over the arm of the chair. Another door led from the bedroom to the patio though, and he wanted her to see that.
    “Come over here,” he said, walking across the hardwood floor. He opened the door to show her the access to the patio.
    He sensed the tension vibrating through her as she passed him to walk out onto the patio again. “This is nice,” she murmured. “There’s enough room out here for two separate spaces.”
    “Yeah, I guess there is.” He could see her mind working, the creative process. She’d always been creative and had always loved being outside.
    She nodded and they walked back through his bedroom to the hall. “Are all four bedrooms decorated?” she asked.
    “No.” His gut clenched. “No need to see them all. The only other rooms are the media room and my dojo.”
    She didn’t seem overly impressed with the whole thing, but then, why would she? She’d grown up in a Barrington mansion, her father a hugely successful businessman in Chicago. None of this was anything new to her. He’d felt intimidated by the home she’d grown up in, and he’d always known her parents didn’t think he was good enough for her. He wasn’t bitter about that. Anymore.
    She turned to him with