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glowered at him. “Do you mean to tell me that I’m on a flight in the middle of the night into some godforsaken, snowbound place and I’m wasting my time?” she raged, not quite sure why the confirmation of what she’d known before she ever walked out of Trent Studios should upset her so much now.
    The man next to her grinned infuriatingly. “Oh, I don’t see this as a waste of time at all. We can spend the next few days getting to know each other at Trent Langston’s expense.”
    â€œI do not use my expense account to wine and dine lost causes,” she snapped indignantly. It was beginning to seem that David Morrow was exactly as she’d imagined him after a week of this ridiculous cross-country hide-and-seek: a nut, a jerk, another obnoxious, immature, egocentric, macho... She ran out of adequate words to depict her rapidly sinking opinion of the thoroughly despicable rogue next to her. She was even more irritated by the fact that her still-skittering pulse had not seemed to register just how much of a louse the man obviously was.
    â€œThen we’ll use Morrie’s,” he said with perfect aplomb. “He dragged us into this. It’ll do him good to spend a little money for a change.”
    She gazed at him in astonishment. “You think it’s amusing, don’t you?”
    â€œAmusing?” he repeated doubtfully, then shook his head. “Not really.” He smiled lazily and those devastating dimples deepened.She’d never have believed that was possible. “I just think it has endless possibilities. Don’t you?”
    Lindsay looked into his steady, interested gaze and blinked. When he looked at her like that, he didn’t seem like a jerk at all. He seemed incredibly alluring, downright sexy. She sighed. When he sent those little sparks tripping over her nerves, the weekend certainly did have possibilities—none of them good for her state of mind and every one of them almost impossible to resist. She clenched her hands together in her lap again and resisted like crazy.
    Pretend he’s Morrie, she told herself sternly. That ought to do it.
    She glanced out of the corner of her eye. Impossible! They might have some sort of odd-couple business relationship, but this man was definitely no Morrie. Morrie Samuels had beady little eyes, sweaty hands and slick lines that had made her skin crawl. This man was something else entirely and, while he made her nervous as hell, he definitely did not make her skin crawl. He made her tingle from head to toe and that was intriguing but very dangerous.
    Well, resist anyway, a little voice muttered back. She did the best she could.
    â€œI do not!” she said adamantly, noting proudly that there was only a slight squeak in her voice. “You must be out of your mind if you think I’m going to hang around Denver for no good reason.” She shuddered. “It’s cold there. Record lows, in fact.”
    â€œI live in Boulder.”
    â€œUnless there’s a fluke in weather systems which the National Weather Service and I are both unfamiliar with, it’s just as cold there.”
    â€œI have a fireplace.”
    â€œI’ll just bet you do,” she muttered under her breath. “And probably a cozy sheepskin rug in front of it.”
    â€œAs a matter of fact—”
    â€œForget it. I’m spending what’s left of this night in a hotel room in Denver and then I’m taking the first flight out in the morning.”
    â€œAnd what exactly do you plan to tell your boss on Monday?”
    â€œThat you weren’t interested in a deal, which is just what I told him this afternoon and what, according to you, he has been told several times in the past. It shouldn’t come as a big surprise.”
    His expression was speculative. “I’ve heard a lot about Trent Langston. Do you honestly think he’ll be satisfied with that