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yellow Post-it and its message. And despite her best intentions to ignore it, she kept associating GOLF and Marc Fairley together in her head.
    Stupid, stupid, stupid . She banged her head against her desk repeatedly, the position he found her in when he barged back into her office like a man possessed.
    “You asked my mother about her sexual preferences ?” Marc thrust the forms in her face and she shooed them away like a worrisome mosquito. “What sort of a sicko are you?”
    She pushed against the floor with the tips of her pumps and swiveled back from the desk, hands behind her head as she leaned back.
    “Nice to see you again, too.”
    “God-dammit. All I wanted was a little background info from you and I get this?”
    He flung the papers on her desk and sank into the chair opposite, shaking his head from side to side. “You’re a bigger pain in the ass than I anticipated.”
    So City Boy thought he could get the lowdown on his mom’s relationship from her? Fat chance.
    She blew him a kiss and batted her eyelashes. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
    There it was again, the slight upturning at the corners of his mouth when she thought he’d give her a double-shot of that grizzly temper.
    “If you extend those muscles around your mouth a fraction more you might actually crack it for a smile some day soon.”
    She flashed a dazzling smile as a demo.
    “Are you this smart-mouthed with everyone who comes in here or is it just me?”
    “It’s you.”
    She wiggled her fingers in a cheeky wave, enjoying herself more by the minute, while he rubbed his temples as if staving off a blinder of a headache.
    “What a frigging mess.”
    Bummer, just when she was getting warmed up to hurl some real insults his way, he had to tug on her heartstrings with his rendition of a man with the weight of the world on his oh-so-broad shoulders.
    “Want to tell me about it?”
    He fixed her with that Superman glare again, his hair doing the weird, spiky, just-out-of-bed thing guys’ hair did, the thing she loved, especially if she got to run her hands through it and smooth down the spikes herself as they got back into bed.
    Yikes. There she went again, associating grizzly with sex. Maybe she should give serious consideration to a round of GOLF sooner rather than later before she did something out of character, like making him her personal caddie and hope for a stroke under par.
    “Long story. I’d rather not get into it.”
    He glanced at his Rolex and rubbed the spot between his eyes, the same one she would’ve been aiming for earlier if she’d gone through with her elephant throwing, where a tiny, perpetual frown resided. “Besides, I’m starving and I can’t think on an empty stomach.”
    Oh no. No, no, no . She wasn’t going to take up the challenge and invite him to have dinner with her. She already had plans with Belle. Mexican. Margaritas Tequila shots. Sans grumpy hot guy.
    “Have some dinner then.”
    He stopped rubbing his forehead. “Is that an invitation?”
    She should’ve feigned selective deafness. She should’ve said no. She should’ve ordered his uptight ass out of her office. Her lips formed a refusal.
    “Whatever.”
    Great. She’d should’ve’d all over herself.
    “I wouldn’t want to put you out.”
    “You already did the minute you walked in here and started shooting off at the mouth but hey, never let it be said a Lovernian can’t show an intruder some hospitality.”
    He smiled for the first time and the affect was breathtaking. It transformed his face, alleviating the hard planes, smoothing the frown and adding a depth she hadn’t imagined. To make matters worse, he had a sexy crease in his right cheek and damn, she had a thing for dimples.
    “Lovernian? You made that up, right?”
    She looked away, unable to string coherent words together while he smiled like that.
    “I wouldn’t say that too loud around here. The local Lovernians are a species unto themselves and they devour