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to deny her attraction if she could, but she stood staring
at him as she gave mindless verbal cues to the person on the other end of the
phone. She probably sounded like an idiot.  But, she could not find it in
herself to care, just like she couldn’t find the strength to pull her gaze
away.
    She’d
always been a sucker for bold, direct eyes. Eyes that seemed to see deep inside
of her, beyond her own awareness of herself, and he had them. He had her
trapped in his laurel green eyes. The clear, greenish-gray combination was
doing things to her. It didn’t help that he was also a sexy, six-two, brown
haired, broad shouldered hunk.
    She
wasn’t the only one taking in her fill. The delivery man was doing the same to
her. His gaze roamed her face and traveled down her body, causing heat to
follow in its wake. The urge to be able to read his mind and know what he
thought had her skin tightening, caging her inside of herself. When he lifted
his striking eyes back to her face, she was knocked speechless by the intense
heat and curiosity she saw there. In that heartbeat, she knew he had been
assessing her. For what purpose she didn’t know. Yes, there was a sexual
undertone but something else she couldn’t decipher.
    “Hello.
Hello…you still there?” The man on the phone barked in her ear.
    Jarred
out of her fixation, Kindle looked down at the notepad on her desk and took a
deep breath. She realized that there wasn’t only a quivering low in her belly,
but her knees were shaking too. What the hell?
    “Of
course I am,” she snapped, angrier at herself for getting distracted by a
pretty face and wide shoulders. She didn’t have time for wool gathering, not
with the case set before her. “Look, tomorrow morning I will have someone there
to pick up that report and it better be ready.” Ending the call, she set the
receiver back in the cradle.
    Lowering
her professional veneer over her face, she pinned the visitor with a sharp look
that had strong men trembling on the witness stand and trying to gird up their
loins for her verbal barrage of questions. “Are you lost? I’m sure the exec
assistant at the front can help you.” She picked up her legal pad and pen and
looked down to review her notes.
    It
was her way of telling the man that whatever silly delivery he had from one
lovesick spouse to another, he had stopped at the wrong office for help.
    “She
had her hands full.”
    Exhaling
loudly, Kindle lifted her eyes first then raised her head slowly. It was her ‘I
don’t have time for this’ act. Most people usually went scurrying, but not this
man. It was probably best she point him in the right direction so he could go
away, quickly.
    “Who’s
it for?” She dropped the pad onto her desk so that it smacked against the high
gloss wood desktop.
    “You.”
He moved into the office, holding out the monstrosity. Unhindered by the heavy
bundle, he strutted upright, even and confident.
    “What?
That can’t be possible.” He was standing so close to her now that she could
clearly see that the package contained candy…lots of candy. Bewildered, she
rounded her desk.
    “Are
you Kin Langston?” His voice was a low, deep timbre, just husky enough to make
her think about late night pillow talk.
    Squeezing
her hands into quick tight fists to get control, she said, “Yes.”
    “Then
I have the right person.” He set it down on the corner of her desk, making sure
the base was resting evenly on the top.
    “Who’s
it from?” She couldn’t help but feel giddy at seeing all the candy she’d grown
up loving—licorice whips, sugar daddies, bit-o-honeys, now or laters, Mary
Janes and so much more.
    “There’s
a card inside, but I believe the customer said she was a good friend of yours.”
He pointed to the small purple envelope in the front.
    Standing
less than an arm length away from him, she would have expected to be able to
smell his cologne or aftershave like most of the suited men she worked around,
but she