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tucking it behind her ear. He let his fingers linger there, at the sensitive place along the back of her ear.
    She rolled her eyes. “That’s not going to work.”
    “What?” he asked innocently.
    “You’re trying to bait me,” she accused.
    “Hey, I understand. You don’t want to be alone with me. Can’t say I blame you.” He dropped his eyes to her lips. He let himself remember what it had been like to kiss her. To feel her breath hot on his skin. When he met her gaze again, he knew she remembered it, too.“It’s probably wise. We should spend as little time together as possible.”
    Her breath seemed to catch in her throat and her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip. Then she seemed to shake off the effects. Her eyes narrowed in obvious annoyance. “Fine.” She turned and started to walk away. “If you’re so desperate for something to do tonight that you’ll pull that cheap trick, you can come along. But don’t blame me if tickets to this fundraiser are outrageously expensive at the last minute.”
    He smiled as he fell into step beside her. The spark was back in her eyes. The bite was back in her words. She’d be fine.
    “I’ll pick you up at your place,” he offered.
    “That’s not necessary.”
    “I don’t mind.”
    “Well, I do,” she countered. “You don’t honestly think I’m going to tell you where I live, do you?”
    “You don’t honestly believe I don’t already know, do you?”
    She turned and shot him an assessing stare. “You know where I live? What did you do, hire a private investigator?”
    “I didn’t have to. Jonathon has a whole team that researches that kind of thing when we’re looking to acquire a company.”
    “I don’t know whether to be creeped out or impressed.” She reached the street and raised her hand to hail a cab, but this time of night the streets were packed. “Creeped out wins, I think.”
    “This is just company policy.”
    “What, all’s fair in love and war?” she asked with an edge to her voice.
    “This isn’t love or war. This is business.”
    He held her gaze as firmly as he said it.
    She jerked her gaze away from his, turning her attention to the passing cabs on the street. “This may be only business to you. But for me, it’s both love and war. I love Biedermann’s. And I’ve spent the last six months fighting for its survival. This may not be personal for you, but it’s deeply personal for me.”
    A look of surprise crossed her face. Like she hadn’t meant to admit that. Or maybe she just wasn’t used to talking about her emotions.
    After a minute he said, “Maybe that’s part of the problem.”
    “Part of what problem?” He was about to respond, but she stopped him before he could. “And don’t you dare tell me that ‘the problem’ is that I care too much. That I’m too emotionally involved to make rational decisions. Because I don’t believe that my emotional state has anything to do with the flagging economy or the fact that malls across America are doing lower volume sales across the board.” Her voice rose as she spoke, betraying her frustration. “If I could miraculously turn off my emotions and stop caring about Biedermann’s, it wouldn’t make a bit of difference. So if it’s all the same to you, I’m going to go right on caring passionately about—”
    Her voice cracked and she started blinking rapidly. Like she was trying to hold back tears.
    He reached out a hand to her. “Kitty, I’m sorry—”
    But a cab finally pulled up before he could finish the sentence. “Don’t be sorry,” she ordered as she opened the door. “Just find a way to fix it. Because if you can’t, then we’re both screwed.”
    She didn’t look back as she climbed into the cab. He watched her go in silence.
    She was one tough cookie.
    Every other woman he knew was more in touch with her emotions. Or—he corrected himself—maybe just more willing to use her emotions to get what she wanted. Any one of his sisters