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within Jordan’s throat. “Thanks.”
    Dominique groaned. “Go away, Michelle. Now,” she said warningly. She glanced up at Jordan. He was smiling, but so far he wasn’t drooling, like most men did whenever they saw Michelle.
    “Oh, all right,” Michelle said with a pretended pout. “I’ll be waiting outside.” And with that last statement she opened the door and eased it closed behind her.
    Dominique stepped away from Jordan and walked over to her desk. She wondered if she could pay Michelle to keep quiet about today. Chances were that even now she was spilling her guts to Ruth.
    “That’s your sister?”
    Jordan’s question interrupted her thoughts. She met his gaze and saw an amused expression on his face. “So I’m told, although I wonder at times. All I know is that when I was two years old, my parents brought her home from the hospital, and she’s been a thorn in my side ever since.”
    He chuckled. “No, I don’t think so. It’s obvious the two of you are close.”
    She gave him a startled look. “How could you tell that?”
    His smile widened. “Because my brother and I act the same way. Although we get on each other’s nerves at times, we’re very close.”
    “Does he still live in London, Ohio?”
    “No. We moved away from home when we left for college, but since we’re a pretty close family, we usually go home for the holidays as well as other times in between. My parents are doing fine and are in good health, but they claim they need to see us every once in a while.”
    She nodded, wondering if his brother looked anything like him. “What is your brother’s name? How old is he?”
    “His name is Auburn, and he is three years younger than me. He’s a doctor living in Atlanta.”
    Dominique lifted a curious brow. “And how old are you?”
    “I’m thirty-five.” He tilted his head and smiled at her. “So there you have the history of the Prescott brothers.”
    Dominique blinked. “Prescott?”
    “Yes, Prescott,” he said, recalling that he hadn’t shared his last name with her until now.
    “Jordan Prescott.” Dominique let the name roll slowly off her lips, liking the sound of it. In fact she liked the sound of it too much. Her gaze met his again, and for an instant she froze. Less than ten minutes ago she had gotten the kiss of her life from him, and now, at this very moment, those memories were attacking her better senses. Everything about him was overwhelming: the way he kissed, the way he was built, his strength, his scent… and, she thought, as her gaze dropped to his midsection, even his erection. She couldn’t believe that after all this time it hadn’t gone down.
    Taking a deep breath, she clamored to get her thoughts in order. “Look, Jordan, I have to talk to my sister before she does too much damage with her wagging tongue.” Quickly crossing the room, she picked up his briefcase off the floor and handed it to him. “I suggest that you continue to use this as a shield for now.”
    He chuckled in a low, sexy way as he took the briefcase from her hand. “And later?”
    “Later I suggest you take a cold shower.”
    Jordan didn’t hold back his mirth when he laughed. It was a deep, rumbling sound that did crazy, intimate things to Dominique’s insides. “Yes, I guess that would work. And what about tomorrow?”
    “Tomorrow?” she asked.
    “Yes, tomorrow. Will you meet me at the park in the morning?”
    Dominique knew she shouldn’t consider doing such a thing, but she was considering it. “Will you be able to keep yourself under control?”
    Jordan grinned. “Hey, you can’t hold me responsible when you’re the reason I’m behaving this way. It’s not my fault that I find you so incredibly sexy.”
    His words made Dominique’s pulse rate quicken and filled her with a pleasure she had never felt before. “Yes, I’ll be at the park in the morning.”
    “And you won’t stand me up again?” he asked, drawing her closer to him.
    For once Dominique