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badly she wanted to be there for her mother’s big night.
    “If it’s okay with Aaron, I guess it’s okay with me.”
    “Great! So …” Vanessa leaned forward as if to say something terribly important. “What are you going to wear?”
    The day of the opening Joey woke up with a cold. Rosalie rearranged her schedule so she could stay home from the office to take care of him, but she hated to miss the opening of her mother’s show.
    When she called Vanessa to cancel, her friend insisted she could still babysit Joey. “If he’s asleep, it won’t matter, will it?”
    “Yes, but there’s still the little matter of what happens if he wakes up.”
    “Aaron can handle it. When I asked him about coming with me to watch Joey, he let it drop that one of the jobs he once had between acting gigs was as a nanny. He’s a pro with kids.”
    Rosalie couldn’t quite picture Vanessa’s Aaron, six feet tall and two hundred pounds of solid muscle, as a nanny, but the man had a heart as big as he was, so maybe it would be okay.
    “Rosie, you know you want to do this. You have to do this.”
    Vanessa was right.
    “Okay. I’ll see you at seven-thirty.”
    “We’ll be there. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”
    Morgan walked into the crowded art gallery and realized he was in more trouble than he’d thought.
    He hadn’t asked himself why he’d shown up here tonight. He was back in L.A. on business, so it had seemed reasonable to see how the paintings by Ms. Walker’s mother sold.
    He should have known better. As soon as he saw Rosalie on the other side of the room in a high-necked, knee-length black dress that showed off all her curves, a hot flash of need jolted through him. Almost against his will, his eyes tracked down her shapely legs to high-heeled black sandals and those delightful toes. Since when had he ever found toes sexy?
    Since when had he ever found lady lawyers sexy?
    A waiter wandered by with a tray of drinks. Morgan sighed at the white wine in plastic glasses. Probably Chardonnay, and cheap Chardonnay at that. Still, better than nothing.
    He took a glass and sipped it warily. He grimaced at the raw edge of the wine, but his eyes remained fixed on the unfamiliar sight of Rosalie Walker looking happy.
    She wasn’t totally relaxed. A thin line between her eyebrows showed the stress of being the center of attention in a room full of strangers, but she was smiling as she chatted with an older woman in a designer gown with huge diamonds at her neck and wrist. While the smile faded after the woman walked away, Rosalie still glowed with pleasure as she surveyed the crowd that oohed and aahed over her mother’s creations.
    He wanted to claim her happiness as his doing, but all he’d done was help her mother find the public she deserved, if too late for her to enjoy it in person.
    Still, it looked as if Ms. Walker was enjoying it enough for both of them.
    No. He could not continue to think of her as Ms. Walker when every unguarded moment brought new visions of the two of them doing impossibly erotic things with each other.
    He took another glass of wine off a passing tray and wandered in her direction, but forced himself to pause and look at the paintings as he went.
    His body tightened at the surprised delight in Rosalie’s eyes when she saw him, but she quickly turned away. By the time he reached her, the wary look was back.
    “Why are you here?” It sounded like an accusation.
    He shrugged, vaguely angry at her for being wary, and at himself for apparently bursting the bubble of her happiness.
    “My friend sent me an invitation. I was in L.A., so I decided to drop by.”
    “Why? You’ve seen my mother’s paintings before and, if I remember correctly, didn’t think much of them.”
    “All I said was that they were middle brow art.” He took a sip of the wine. “Middle-brow art has its place.”
    “But not in your collection.”
    “No, not in mine, but Lillian is quite fond of it. I thought I