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    She swiped it from him and crumpled it up. “You sick-o! Typical man. All you see in everything is sex.”
    “You expected anything different?” He dropped the pad on her desk and leaned down, until he was far too close for comfort. She could see flecks of gold in his gray eyes, an unexpected surprise. Had those been there years ago? Flashes of heat in cool depth. The air seeped from her lungs and she struggled to re-inflate them. What was her problem? Only this morning she’d hated this guy. He was stealing her job!
    Six years. They’d battled for six turbulent, hellish years, the last three bumping into each other at Chamber of Commerce meetings and trade shows in Downtown Detroit, Chicago and Cincinnati. Their brief encounters had always been characterized by barely disguised insults.
    He smiled, the expression genuine. Where was that pig-headed jerk she’d known for years? Had she really known him at all?
    The question was ridiculous. Of course, she hadn’t. How could she? Outside of that very brief stint in college, they’d spent very little time together and had recently talked about nothing deeper than the failure of another dating service, or the demise of each other’s. But looking at him now, she had to wonder if, despite their new proximity, she would ever figure him out. His moods were more changeable than Michigan weather. One minute he was cocky and sarcastic, the next deep and introspective.
    “How about ‘Temptations’?” he whispered in her ear.
    “What?” His question caught her off guard. What was he talking about? The silky tone of his voice and his penetrating gaze warmed her like she’d just eaten a tub of jalapeño peppers.
    “The new name. Single Temptation.”
    “Oh.” She wanted to giggle. She covered stinging cheeks with cool palms. What was he doing? Was he flirting with her? “Hmm. Pretty racy, don’t you think? Might give people the wrong vibe.”
    “What’s wrong with racy? We’re dealing with younger clients, remember? They like racy. Sexy and fast, that’s their world.”
    “Not all of them are that way. Are we targeting the fast crowd?”
    He backed away, to Fate’s relief. His cologne’s scent—her favorite, Obsession—hung over her desk after he walked across the room. “I have an idea,” he said, after gazing out the window for a moment. The sunlight flashed blue in his silky curls.
    His gaze met hers, and she hesitated. There it was again. That crazy connection.
    She couldn’t speak, and she was afraid to ask about his idea. For some reason, she thought it might be dangerous. Come on, Fate! This isn’t college, and you’re not the shy, self-conscious little mouse you used to be. She prepared herself for the unexpected, or at least tried to. “Okay, what is it?”
    “I still think we should find a game show to work with. Maybe the only way to learn whether or not that would work is to be a contestant.”
    She laughed, more from relief than anything else. That had been the last thing she’d expected him to suggest. “Me? On one of those shows? I don’t think so. For one, I’m too conservative. And second, I’m too old.”
    Inspecting a print hanging on the wall, a fingertip tracing the frame, he asked, “You’re far from old. What are you…twenty-three?”
    “You’re smooth.”
    He turned to face her. “Seriously, they take all types. I say we shoot for ‘The Great Date,’ it’s local and could use some contestants.”
    “No way. You want to go for it, be my guest. But I don’t want any part of it. With my luck, they’d pair me with someone absolutely insane—like you.”
    “Should I consider that an insult?” That look was pasted on his face, the one from college. The guy on the hunt, cocked eyebrow, lopsided smile. Appearing more than a little menacing, determined and in command…and very sexy, he stepped closer, and the cologne scent strengthened. As though the fragrance was some sort of intoxicant, it sent her heart