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expectant. Kylie came to the belated realization that she should at least stammer a protest. But what could you say to a man who’d just, so tenderly, kissed you with his eyes?
    “How long are you planning to stay in town, Kylie?”
    From somewhere she managed to recover her voice. “I—uh—I’ll be here about six weeks. What about you?”
    “I think that might depend on you.” The words caressed her with their huskiness. “And whether or not your friends will share your time with me.”
    “Oh.” For a minute she couldn’t seem to manage more than the breathless whisper. “Well, actually I’m not visiting friends.”
    His eyes were gray clouds of seduction as he reached across the table to cover her hand with his. “Good. Then I won’t have to share you with anyone.”
    The pulse at the base of her throat skipped in confusion, and Kylie swallowed. It was definitely time she took command of the situation. Attractive as he might be, she’d only just met him. Summoning her poise, she smiled. “I’m on a business trip too.”
    He seemed to take the hint concealed in her crisp tones and withdrew his hand from hers. “I’d like to see you again, Kylie. Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?”
    She laughed softly. “We haven’t even had dinner tonight.”
    “All right, then. Make it lunch tomorrow.”
    Pleasurable excitement bubbled inside her, but she tried to look suitably casual. “I think I’d better accept before you begin offering breakfast in….” Bed. The thought hovered in the air as if she’d spoken it aloud, and Kylie wanted to slide under the table.
    With a gentlemanly arch of his brows Nick acted as if he didn’t know what she had so obviously almost said. “If you’d like, we can meet for breakfast,” he suggested.
    “No.” Kylie refused with an emphatic shake of her head. “Dinner tomorrow night will be fine.” Mercifully the waiter arrived with their food, and she breathed a shaky sigh of relief. With studied calm she dipped a tortilla chip in the hot sauce and bit into it, hoping she would burn her tongue and thus prevent any further indiscretions.
    By the time she’d dulled the edge of her hunger with the spicy burrito, her poise had returned.
    “This is very good,” she commented.
    He nodded. “Would you like to meet me here tomorrow, or shall I come for you?”
    Kylie almost gave him the address but then remembered that she had no idea of the next day’s agenda. “I’ll have to let you know, Nick. I’m not sure of my schedule yet. Is there some way I can get in touch with you in the morning?”
    Nick curled his index finger through the handle of his coffee mug and lifted it halfway to his lips. “I’ll be at the plant all morning. You can reach me there. The number’s in the book, or you can dial information and ask for Southwest Textiles.”
    “Southwest Textiles?” Kylie repeated. “But that’s where I’ll be working.”
    The coffee cup clattered against the saucer, and alarm tingled the back of her neck as she registered the look of stunned surprise on his face.
    “You’re Management Movers?” he asked in a hoarse voice.
    “Motivation Management,” she corrected automatically. “That’s the name of my company. We conduct management development seminars for businesses. Well, really, there’s only me at the moment, but I’m planning to hire an assistant soon. Southwest Textiles is the first large firm to see the benefit of this type of training, and there’s—” Self-consciously she stopped herself. “But you already know all about that, don’t you? You probably were instrumental in authorizing the contract.”
    Nick avoided meeting her eyes as he took a long swallow of his drink. “No, Alex Jamison gets full credit for that.”
    “Oh, Alex.” Kylie kept her tone bright and innocent, hoping against hope that she was misreading Nick’s reaction. “I guess, then, he’s the cousin you were calling at the airport.”
    “Yes, he gets full