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Amazonian warrior would have a few choice threats to throw his way. And Jack looked forward to hearing each and every one of them.
     
    “Are you kidding me?” Claire stared at the man before her, dumbfounded. “You want me to do what?” She hoped to God he could not see any sign of her erratic heart, which slammed into her chest as she struggled to keep her wits and her hormones about her.
    “Come for a drive with me. I promise you won’t regret it.”
    She took a deep breath, drew herself up to her tallest height and spoke very patiently. “Mr. Wilson, I am here to sort out the lease to the shop in New South Head Road. I’m not interested in gallivanting around Sydney with you.”
    Funny her voice could come out so patient, because her lungs weren’t working well and her palms had grown clammy. Reliving Jack’s kiss over and over had not prepared her for the reality of standing in front of the G.G. again. His physical presence hit her like a blow to the solar plexus, making breathing almost impossible.
    He was even more striking than she remembered. Large, solid and so jam-packed full of muscle she suspected he’d be about as easy to move as a house.
    Her crazy-ass female hormones were doing a crazy-ass happy dance at the sight of him, and her stomach dipped madly up and down. Much as she tried to convince herself it was just a case of worry and anxiety that he may not have sorted the details out with the other tenant, she couldn’t quite believe it.
    Her physical reaction to him had nothing to do with the shop and everything to do with the man. Even her pussy clenched, reminding her how close she’d come to orgasming on top of him yesterday.
    “Look, I buggered things up yesterday, signing over a lease for a property that had already been promised to you, and I apologize for that. How about we start again, Miss Jones? From the beginning. Let’s do it right this time.”
    She didn’t need to start again. She just needed to know he’d made things right with the lease.
    He stuck out his hand. “Hello. I’m Jack Wilson, grandson of Big Jack Wilson. While he’s in hospital I’ll be looking after his business. And you are?”
    Really? They were really doing this? Standing on the footpath outside Wilson Property Management offices, where Mr. Wilson had headed her off before she could even enter the building.
    She raised an eyebrow. “Big Jack?”
    Jack grinned. “My childhood name for my pop. Now, c’mon,” he coaxed. “Humor me. I screwed up. I only want to make things right. In whatever way I can.”
    So long as it meant he was giving her the store, Claire was willing to go along with anything. “It’s good to meet you. I’m Claire Jones. I had an appointment with your grandfather yesterday, but he couldn’t make it.” She hesitated then, getting sidetracked. “How is your grandfather?”
    He nodded. “He’s much better today. A different person from the man who was rushed to emergency.” His smile was big, and she sensed immense relief in his answer.
    “I’m glad to hear that. And I hope he continues to recover. Please pass along my regards to him, Mr. Wilson.”
    “Jack.”
    “Jack?”
    “Call me Jack. I’m Mr. Wilson ten months of the year. For now, I’d really just like the freedom of being Jack.”
    Cryptic response. Still Claire hesitated, not sure she felt comfortable addressing him by his first name. At least if she addressed him as “Mr.” she could keep him at some kind of emotional distance.
    “You could always call me Little Jacky, like my pop does.”
    Claire repressed a snort. “Little?”
    His eyes twinkled. “Hey, I was young when he gave me the name.”
    “I think I’ll stick with Jack.” There was no way she could call him “Mr.” after that. “Please call me Claire.”
    “Claire it is. Nice name, by the way. It suits you.”
    She considered responding…for all of two seconds. Jack was way too appealing to her senses. If she responded to his personal