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was true. Dear Lord, the man turned her on. But she couldn’t let him know.
    “Good. Then you won’t mind answering all my questions.”
    They’d reached the building. Arizona held the door open for her. “Not at all. We can talk about anything you’d like.”
    The hallway was dim and it took a minute for her eyes to adjust. They stood facing each other. “I have a whole list of things I want to ask you.”
    “I think I’d rather talk about you.”
    It took a minute for his words to sink in. Chloe’s body screamed a gratified “Yes!” when she finally absorbed the meaning of his statement. Her brain resisted. Was this teasing or testing? She didn’t allow herself to think it might be an invitation. He couldn’t possibly know about the dream. Did the attraction go both ways? The thought both excited and terrified her.
    “That’s not very subtle,” she told him, pleased that her voice was calm. Shrieking would have been so unattractive.
    “I can be if that’s what you would prefer.”
    “What would you prefer?”
    She hadn’t meant to ask that question, but it was too late to call it back. Once the words were out, she really wanted to hear the answer.
    The devastating smile returned. “I’d like to take you to an island in the South Pacific. Somewhere isolated and romantic.”
    “I’m sure you have just the one in mind.”
    “Of course. You’d like it. The indigenous population has a society based on a female deity. The social structure is matriarchal. In their eyes, men pretty much have one use.”
    Chloe was grateful for the dimness of the foyer. She could feel herself flushing. Based on what she’d read about him, he was probably telling the truth about the island. Despite herself, she laughed.
    “I should be insulted,” she told him.
    “But you’re not.”
    “No, I’m not.” How could she be, when every cell of her being responded to him. Not just because he was good-looking. In fact, that was the least of his appeal. Much of what drew her was his energy. She felt like a cat seeking out the warmth of the sun. She wanted to bask in his glow.
    “Don’t you have some gems you want to show me?” she asked in an effort to change the subject.
    “Absolutely.” He led the way down the hall toward the exhibit hall.
    She fell into step with him. “You’re not what I expected,” she admitted.
    “So you’ve been doing your homework. Did you think I’d be more scholarly?”
    “No, although I’m sure you’re the expert everyone claims. I guess I didn’t think you’d be just a regular guy. I try not to form too much of an impression of someone before I meet him. I don’t want to be writing the article in my head too early. But in your case, that was more difficult than usual. There’s a mythical element to your press clippings.”
    “Tell me about it.” He stopped suddenly and turned to face her. “Despite the press trying to make it seem otherwise, I’m not Harrison Ford or Indiana Jones.” His mouth twisted. “I can’t tell you how many times those comparisons have been made.”
    “How often do you come out ahead?”
    “Good question.” His features relaxed a little. “We’re running about fifty-fifty. You wouldn’t believe the people who have trouble understanding that he’s an actor portraying a fictional character. What happens in the movies has very little to do with real life. But people have expectations.”
    “You don’t want to disappoint them,” she said guessing.
    “Of course not. But I’m not a larger-than-life character. Who can compete with a movie legend? This is real life. I don’t get a second take to make sure the line is said just right.”
    “I would guess that the fans who most want you to be like Indiana Jones are the ladies,” she said.
    He groaned. “They bring me hats like his. And whips.”
    Chloe wasn’t sure what to say to that. “I see.”
    He winked. “Of course some of them have been quite satisfied with reality.”
    I certainly