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that peeked through the opened toes of her black high heels, she was a warning if ever I’d seen one. It would be best to steer clear of her. Sky blue eyes grew even wider as she stared curiously back at me.
    Yeah baby, I felt it too, but it wasn’t happening.
    All of the sudden, lush pink lips curved into a heart stopping grin. It was then I forgot to breathe for a moment. What in the hell was wrong with me?
    “Nate?” she asked, her soft voice filled with uncertainty.
    The way she said my name had me clenching my hands against my thighs. My muscles tightened uncontrollably, but I managed to nod my head yes in reply.
    Who was this woman, and how did she know me?
    “It’s okay.” I heard her murmur to the child as she untangled tiny arms from around her legs and shooed the girl toward the bar. The blonde began to walk toward me, and it was impossible not to appreciate the sexy sway of her luscious hips as they rolled in rhythm with her graceful steps, or the perfect fit of the faded snug denim that hugged her curvy thighs. The sight of the plain, white t-shirt stretched taunt across her tempting round chest made my tongue feel thick, not to mention other parts of my anatomy. She was a looker and definitely a distraction. One I didn’t need or want.
    I didn’t have time for this kind of shit.
    I had to force myself to raise my eyes and keep them locked on her face. Fuck, it was hard to do. She was beautiful, and here I was behaving like some preteen boy who’d just hit puberty. She had to be an employee. I needed to get a grip. For fuck’s sake, I was probably her boss . She was strictly off limits. I didn’t need a sexual harassment lawsuit slammed against my ass or tacked onto my name along with all of the other smears already added there by Myra Hayes.
    She smiled and held out a slim elegant hand to me. Her nails were short and unpainted. “I’m Miley,” she said and my confusion must have been apparent since I had no idea who she was. Her smile grew even wider, causing me to draw in a sharp breath. Then all of the sudden, she burst out laughing. “Miley Triton,” she stated, her eyes searching mine for any sign of recognition.
    Fuck me running! It was Miley Triton. She was a damn knockout and working for me now! Why?
    Miley was Matt’s little sister; the daughter of a prominent surgeon and a socialite. They were the upper crust of Crawley. Her family came from money . So, why in hell was she working here? She had a twin. They weren’t identical. I couldn’t recall her name. It started with a M. Missy. Melanie. Mia . It was Mia. I never understood why parents choose one letter of the alphabet when naming their kid’s when there were so many others to choose from.
    All throughout high school, Matthew Triton and I had been best friends. We had been quite the pair; the rich kid and the poor one from the wrong side of the tracks. Matt had been like a brother to me until Natalie’s accident. Then I’d pushed everyone, including him, away. I hadn’t seen Matt in years.
    “You don’t remember me?” she asked, pouting, and that pout managed to draw my attention to the full curve of her lush lower lip. She reminded me of a peach — a ripe, juicy, succulent peach that I wanted to take a bite of.
    This was so not happening; not with her… not with Matt’s little sister. She was strictly off limits.
    Her eyes were so blue a man could happily sink to his death within their depths. “Yeah,” I finally replied, finding my voice, while I tried to keep my expression as neutral as possible. The Miley I remembered from my past had been nothing more than a gangly girl; all arms and scrawny legs. Over the years, she’d finally managed to grow into her own; no more ugly duckling, but now a gorgeous swan who was as hot as hell. The memories of her were vague and pale in comparison to the stunningly beautiful woman standing before me now. Matt would beat my ass like a fucking drum if he knew what I was thinking. It