goad. “I was
lucky, you know,“ she added confidingly. “Good jobs like this one are hard to get here.“
He smiled slowly, a thoroughly charming expression laced with a dash of wickedness. It was a smile
which had once had the power to make Reyna respond in kind. “I know where you can get a better one.“
She said nothing, merely arching a highly skeptical eyebrow as she busied herself with a stack of
reservation slips.
“Have dinner with me tonight and I’ll tell you about it,“ he continued invitingly.
“No thanks.“
“Are you afraid to go out with me, Reyna?“
“Not afraid. Just not interested.“
“I don’t believe you,“ he retorted flatly, the taunting gone from his voice. “You’re afraid I won’t leave
you on your doorstep with a polite little good-night kiss, aren’t you?“
Reyna froze and then her head snapped up suspiciously. “Did you hide in the bushes and watch Kent
bring me home last night?“
“Do I look like the type to sneak about in the bushes?“ he protested.
“Trev…!“
“My room isn’t far from your apartment and with the quiet evenings you have around here…“ he began
by way of explanation.
“You heard us come in,“ she finished disgustedly. “You may think I’ve sunk a bit low taking on this job,
but offhand, I’d say you’ve fallen a lot farther if you’re resorting to spying on ex-girl friends!“
“Lover,“ he countered. “Not girl friend. And I don’t think mere’s anything ‘ex’ about it I think you still
love me, Reyna,“ he growled, the amber gaze going darkly golden.
“No, Trev.“
“But you’re right about one thing,“ he went on as if she hadn’t offered a protest. “I have reached a low
point in my life. So low, in fact, that I wanted to brain that overly tanned, blond beachboy last night and
probably would have if he’d shown signs of planning to spend the night with you!“
She met his eyes with a level, assessing stare. At that moment she wasn’t certain just how serious he
was, but it was probably best not to take any chances.
“Cause any scenes while you’re here, Trev, and I won’t hesitate to call in reinforcements.“ Then she
leaned forward and added with heavy melodrama and a thick stage accent, “We have ways of dealing with
you off-islanders!“
“You’re laughing at me,“ he said, looking surprisingly hurt “You’ve got it in one,“ she agreed cheerfully,
straightening and returning to the stack of reservation slips.
Something burned for an instant in the golden gaze, something that might have been quite dangerous, but
it disappeared almost at once.
“Reyna, I’ve come a long way to find you.“
“That's hardly my fault. If you’re asking me to reimburse you for travel expenses, you’re out of luck.
This job doesn’t pay nearly as well as my last one did!“
“The least you could do is have dinner with me tonight without a fuss,“ he went on as if she hadn’t
interrupted.
“Why?“
“To prove you’re not secretly afraid of the effect I might still have on you?“
“You used to be a little more subtle with the psychological manipulation,“ she complained mildly.
“So I’m getting a little desperate.“
“You thought I’d fall into your arms the moment you reappeared in my life, didn’t you?“ She looked up
wonderingly.
“Reyna, please.“ There was a curiously harsh wistfulness in the words.
She considered him, thinking that she’d never seen Trev Langdon in a wistful or pleading mood before.
Was the man so desperate to make amends?
“I like that,“ she finally observed.
“What?“
“You playing the humble supplicant for my favors,“ she chuckled, vaguely astonished at the way she
was beginning to enjoy teasing him.
“If I get down on my knees, will you agree to have dinner with me?“
She sighed, her humor fading. “Trev,“ she said gently, “can’t you see that it’s no good? I don’t love you
anymore. I don’t want to go