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yet, let it spill over him while they made love.
    He cursed under his breath when his body reacted to that image. Cold showers didn’t do a thing for his hunger. He ought to know. He’d taken enough of them over the last few weeks.
    Perhaps her most mesmerizing feature was her eyes. An unusual shade of green. At times they looked more blue but in certain lighting they were vivid green.
    The more cynical side of him wondered why a woman that beautiful hadn’t tried to seduce him into hiring her agency. It wasn’t like it hadn’t been attempted before. In fact, he’d received two such propositions tonight at the fund-raiser.
    He wasn’t saying he’d mind. Right now he’d use just about any reason to get into Celia Taylor’s bed. But there was a reserve about her that intrigued him. She was a cool customer, and he admired that. She wanted the account. She’d made no bones about that. But she hadn’t actively pursued him.
    No, she’d waited for him to come to her, and maybe that made her damn smart since he’d done just that.
    The ring of his BlackBerry disturbed his fantasy and brought him sharply back to the present. He looked down in disgust at the unmistakable ridge in his trousers then reached into his pocket for his phone.
    His mother. He frowned. He wasn’t really in the mood for anything to do with his family, but he loved his mother dearly, and he couldn’t very well ignore her.
    With a resigned sigh, he punched the answer button and put the phone to his ear.
    “Hello, Mom.”
    “Evan! I’m so glad I caught you. You’re so busy these days.”
    He could hear the disapproval and worry in her voice.
    “The business doesn’t run itself,” he reminded her.
    She made a low sound of exasperation. “You sound so much like your father.”
    He winced. That wasn’t exactly at the top of the list of things he wanted to hear.
    “I wanted to call to make sure you hadn’t forgotten about this weekend. It’s important to Mitchell that you be there.”
    There was a note of anxiety in her voice that always seemed to creep in when his brother was mentioned.
    “You can’t think I’d actually go to their wedding,” Evan said mildly. And the only important thing to Mitchell was that Evan be there to see his triumph.
    His mother made a disapproving sound. “I know it won’t be easy for you, Evan. But don’t you think you should forgive him? It’s obvious he and Bettina belong together. It would be so nice to have the whole family back together again.”
    “Easy? It won’t be easy or difficult, Mom. I don’t care, and frankly they’re welcome to each other. I simply don’t have the time or the desire to attend.”
    “Would you do it for me?” she begged. “Please. I want just one time to see my sons in the same room.”
    Evan sank onto the edge of the bed and pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers. If his dad had called, he would have had no problem refusing. If Mitchell had called, Evan nearly laughed at that idea. Mitchell wouldn’t be calling him for anything after Evan had told him to go to hell and take his faithless fiancée with him.
    But this was his mother, whom he harbored real affection for. His mother, who was always caught in the middle of the tension that existed between him and his father and between him and Mitchell.
    “All right, Mom. I’ll come. But I’ll be bringing someone with me. I hope you don’t mind.”
    He could practically see her beam right through the phone.
    “Why, Evan, you didn’t tell me you were seeing someone new! Of course you’re welcome to bring her. I’ll very much look forward to meeting her.”
    “Can you forward all the details to my assistant so she can make arrangements?”
    His mom sighed. “How did I know you wouldn’t have kept the original e-mail?”
    Because he’d immediately sent it to the trash folder? Of course he wouldn’t tell her that.
    “Send it to Vickie and I’ll see you on Friday. I love you,” he said after a short