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wasn’t ready for a committed relationship, either, so that was just fine with her. Art had done a real number on her ability to trust and she had a business to build. She didn’t have a place in her life for a full-time relationship.
    The only problem was: she wasn’t sure she believed her own rhetoric any longer. Her natural optimism was doing its best to overcome her painfully learnt lesson on the ways of men. The fact she was having such a complicated internal monologue on the matter was telling in itself, she thought with an internal sigh.
    She’d been careful not to ask for promises Zephyr might break, or make commitments she wasn’t ready for.
    But she’d come to realize over the past six weeks—while subsisting on phone calls, texts, instant messaging and e-mail—that emotions didn’t abide by agreements, verbal or otherwise. That refusing to make a vow didn’t stop her heart from craving the security that promise implied. Nor did it stop her from living like she’d made her own promises.
    She’d missed Zephyr more than she’d thought possible and wanted nothing more right now than to wrap herself up in him and soak in his essence.
    He seemed to want the same thing. He hadn’t stopped touching her since they left the airport. He’d laid his hand over hers between gear changes in the car and he’d kept his arm around her waist all the way to the room.
    He opened the door with a flourish. “Here we are.”
    The suite reflected the minimalist décor from downstairs, but its spaciousness spoke of the ultimate in luxury. “This place is bigger than my apartment.”
    “My closet is bigger than your flat,” he said, sounding unimpressed.
    She grimaced at the truth of his words, but the curve ofher lips morphed into a smile from the heat burning in his brown eyes.
    From the feel of his arousal when he’d first hugged and kissed her hello, and the sexual need intensifying his features then and now, she expected to be taken against the door with a minimum of foreplay.
    But that didn’t happen. He set her cases aside and then lifted her right into his arms, high against his chest, in a move that made her feel cherished rather than just wanted.
    She quickly banished that thought even as her gasp of surprise escaped her. “Going he-man on me?”
    “Spoiling you more like.”
    “Oh, really? I could get used to this,” she teased.
    He didn’t bother with a reply, but didn’t look too fazed at the prospect. So not good for the odd blips of emotion that had been pestering her lately. But that was one thing she could say about Zephyr Nikos, whether it be in his role as friend, boss or bed partner, the man did not stint on his generosity.
    Despite his obvious desire, rather than showing mass amounts of impatience, he laid her gently on the big bed and seemed determined to reacquaint himself with every facet of her body. He drove her crazy with reticence while pumping her for information on her time away from him.
    After he asked yet another question about her experience in the Midwest decorating the interior for a new office building, she laughed. “We spoke every day, Zephyr. I can’t think of anything I didn’t already tell you.”
    The gorgeous tycoon actually looked like he might be blushing, his dark eyes reflecting chagrin. “I was just curious.”
    “You know what I do on a job. I’ve done it for Stamos and Nikos Enterprises often enough.”
    “Did you like the Midwest better than Seattle?” he asked with what she thought was entirely mistimed curiosity.
    “Are you kidding?”
    His expression said clearly he wasn’t.
    “I love Seattle. The energy in the city is amazing.” And he was there.
    “That’s good to know.”
    Suddenly, all his questions started to make sense. “You heard.”

Chapter Two
    Z EPHYR tried to look innocent.
    “How? Who told you?”
    “Does it matter? Information is more lucrative than platinum in my business.”
    “Did you seriously think Pearson Property