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she moved across. “I’ll be there.”
    He inclined his head as she passed through and as he shut the door
behind her, he felt like a complete bastard.
    But no way was he entering into an affair, however brief and transitory,
with a woman who wanted someone else. That didn’t do much for a man’s ego,
regardless that the woman heated him up like a rocket and left him with a
permanent hard-on whenever she was in spitting distance. He didn’t want any
complications. He had a shit-load of those already.
    Reed sank into his leather chair. He needed a drink.
    What was it with women? They tied a man in knots whichever way they came
at you. They either wanted to put a damn noose around your neck, making it
impossible to shake them off, or they made you work so damn hard to get to
first base your head spun.
    Picking up a small paperweight, Reed started tapping it against his desk
as he contemplated his situation. There was no denying he wanted the woman. And
while she might push him back every chance she got, Lissa Delaney wanted him.
The way her eyes darkened, the way her cheeks heated. Hell. She all but
trembled when he touched her.
    He was prepared to work his ass off to get to first base with her, even
if it fucking killed him. Before long, she’d be hard pressed to remember who
the hell Zutini was. He’d make sure of that. As for his own problems? Well, if
Jack couldn’t sort out the fucking mess he was currently in, he’d soon be in
need of a distraction.  
    And Lissa Delaney might just be the woman to provide him with one.
     
     

 
    Chapter Three
     
    There was only one explanation, Lissa thought as she parked her small
car in the back parking lot of Papa Niko’s. One explanation as to why Reed
Fitzgerald had behaved as he did and insisted on Papa Niko’s.
    He knew.
    Maybe he’d spoken to Ethan and his cousin had told him what happened
that night. Was that what gave him the impression that he could talk to her
like he did? Using phrases like pitching
him her wares and selling herself ?   He obviously thought he was onto a good
thing. That she’d put out for him, because she’d… Heck. It was mortifying, and
apparently true that the past always caught up with you.
    One night , she thought. One bloody night .
    Turning off the ignition, she sat back and contemplated the rear
entrance to Marco’s bar. She remembered leaving that entrance as the sun had
risen over the horizon, and how Marco had walked her to her car. The perfect
gentleman.
    She’d gone to the bar on impulse that night. Needing to lose herself, to
push away reality, to drown her sorrows along with her stupidity. It had all
seemed so surreal, like a really bad nightmare she couldn’t claw her way out
of.
    Once in amongst the crowd, she’d headed straight for the bar and ordered
a large house white. It hadn’t taken long before she’d been propositioned, but
she’d ignored the offers of drinks and other less innocuous invites in favor of
her own company.
    Until…
    Not going there.
    She pulled her bag and the folder Reed had given her out of the car with
her. What happened was in the past. Everyone had their skeletons, things they’d
rather forget. Not that she’d ever wanted to forget that night, at least not
until she’d arrived at Ethan’s wedding and the past had shoved right up against
her again.
    She weaved through parked cars to the door and pushed into the bar. At
seven, it was already throbbing with the after-work crowd and Lissa was glad of
the heavily populated scene. It wasn’t exactly the right place for a business
meeting, but then she wasn’t idiot enough to think that business was entirely
what Reed had in mind when he’d invited her.
    She couldn’t deny, even to herself, that she was attracted to him. He
was well over six feet, with silky dark hair and those piercing blue eyes, but
beneath the civilized façade she knew there lurked a predator. And that made
her wary of entering into even a business relationship with