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thought, her skin heating up everywhere Clay's glance had grazed. If his dark-eyed perusal made her tingle warmly, how would his large hands feel on her body?
    "Why are you looking at me that way?" she asked, calling him on it.
    Clay took the wine glass from her and drank deeply before setting it on the coffee table. "I was just thinking how small you are without your high heels."
    "Oh, that," she said, deflated. She wrinkled her nose and waved a hand in dismissal. "I hate being short, so I wear high heels."
    He looked perplexed. "There's nothing wrong with your height," he said, pleasing her. "I don't see why you bother."
    "You would if you were just five two, instead of six two," she replied, grinning. "On high heels, I don't feel at such a disadvantage next to the fashion giraffes. That's what I call the models who come into my salon."
    "I have a feeling you can hold your own with those giraffes, but I see your point." His expression suddenly grew somber. "Did you check to see if you have any messages?"
    "Not yet. I'll check my answering machine later. I don't feel like dealing with another weird message."
    "What does the anonymous caller's voice sound like?"
    "It's always muffled, but sometimes it's high-pitched and nasal and other times it sounds deeper. For the past few weeks, he's called my home number and left messages on my recording machine. I changed my number, but he somehow got my unlisted one. Today was the first time he called me at work."
    "What did he say on the last call?"
    She grimaced. "What he always says. That I belong to him and he's going to marry me. It's bizarre and creepy."
    "Do you ever talk to him?"
    Did he think she was dumb? "Of course not! I always hang up on him."
    Clay nodded. "Good."
    Marisol sighed. She didn't want to waste the evening discussing the anonymous guy complicating her life. All she wanted to do was curl up on the sofa and get to know the hot guy looking at her with gleaming black eyes. "You can take your shoes off, too, if you like. Get comfortable."
    "Don't you have any idea who it might be?" he asked, sticking to business.
    Marisol shrugged and took a sip of wine. "Not a clue. I meet a lot of people at my shop and at the gym where I work out. I can't narrow it down to any guy in particular." She paused and regarded him with a warm smile. "You seem very interested in whoever is harassing me."
    "It's my job."
    Marisol tilted her head and peered at him through her lashes. "Is that all?"
    "Yes." Liar. He was downplaying it, but she could see the spark of attraction in his eyes when he thought she wasn't looking.
    She rose from the couch and noted how his dark gaze migrated to her breasts when she put her hands on her waist and arched her back in a long stretch. "The pizza should be here soon. Time to get the table ready," she said, and walked to the kitchen.
    He followed her and said, "Need any help?"
    She smiled as she reached for her iPod. "Nope, but thanks for offering. You can keep me company while I make the salad." Marisol connected the iPod to the speaker and pressed play. "Shakira always gives me a boost of energy."
    Marisol sang and grooved to the music while she prepared a mixed baby greens salad with cherry tomatoes, fennel and kalamata olives and drizzled it with honey Dijon balsamic vinaigrette.
    "Looks good. Do you like to cook?"
    "Sometimes, if I get inspired. I learned from the best, my Abuelita Coqui."
    "Who's that?"
    "My grandma in Buenos Aires. She's my dad's mom." Marisol sighed wistfully. "I miss her most around the holidays. She makes the best empanadas at Christmastime."
    "What kind?" he asked, surprising her that he wanted to know about the empanadas.
    "Flaky oven pastries filled with savory meat and raisins and olives." Marisol tossed the salad and tasted a baby green lettuce leaf, thinking the dressing came out just right. "Last year I couldn't go home for Christmas because I'd just opened my business." The melancholy memory tugged at her heart. "I wish