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would remain a secret.
    With her luck, the bag would split and spill out onto the floor. Why had he decided to play nice now? He hated her—well, unless Dot had called it and he wanted to tap her ass? Shit .
    “What’s in the bag?”
    “A craft project I did with my grandmother.” Full body blush. Her knuckles on the hand holding the bag, turned white.
    “I didn’t know they did crafts. I’ll have to ask them to show me when I see them tomorrow night. So, what did you do? Macramé?”
    Not unless Japanese knot tying qualifies . “No, um, nothing you’d be interested in.”
    “Not necessarily. My grandmother used to make all kinds of stuff—quilts, cross-stitch. Some of the older ladies are very talented.”
    “Oh, they’re talented, all right.” She sucked in a breath. “Why are you here?”
    He climbed to his feet, standing beside her. Lannie could swear he studied the bag, which she’d been terrified to leave outside in her car, lest someone break in and find it. The thought of detailing the contents of her vehicle on a police report traumatized her. If she hadn’t worn her stilettos, she’d have hightailed it out of there with her naughty booty in tow.
    Conversation with him, after the things she’d learned tonight, would be damn near impossible without reverting to a red-faced, stuttering mess. She’d never get the images of her lesson out of her head, not with him there to remind her—and she had to hide the bag and get rid of him.
    The lock clicked and Lannie pushed the door open, going inside. Tanner followed her through, without bothering to ask if she wanted company—especially after he’d been such an ass to her. She tossed her purse on the bed, opened the closet, and shoved the bag inside, slamming the door shut. She took a deep breath and turned around. “Tanner, why are you—”
    He cupped her face in his palms and lowered his mouth to hers. Soft, coaxing her response, taking his sweet time until she let him inside. Shove him away. Tell him to get out . A voice in her head screamed a thousand different things she should do. Instead, she slid her hands up his chest and locked them behind his head, giving in to the taste of Tanner North, and doing her best to forget How to snag a man 101 .
    She would not to let him win. Tonight would be the last time Tanner North made her cry. She’d let her temper get the best of her and almost banged the one guy who hated her, knowing she needed his cooperation,
    To be honest, she’d enjoyed the hell out of what he’d done to her in the supply closet and had let the passion take over until, as he kissed her, the urge to take the lip-lock further grew. Considering their past, she’d had to come clean about needing his help. But what a mess she’d made.
    Her odds of convincing him to help her now had to be close to zero, but if his presence indicated the slightest possibility she could secure his cooperation, she wouldn’t do anything to screw up an opportunity. Including jumping his bones. Right now, he seemed pliable, and the kiss showed a one-eighty turn from the anger she’d encountered in the closet. Best to keep the situation that way. She could work with friendly.
    She’d never been certain before why he didn’t like her, but after his reaction to her comment about her story making him famous, Lannie knew. Tanner North hated the media spotlight. She’d cast it on him twice, and managed to ask him if he wanted more of the publicity he despised. Of course he’d think she’d tried to seduce him to get what she wanted. He believed she’d used him before for fame—and maybe she had, a little. A lot of glory had come from her Kosovo story.
    But the photo and later the article she wrote, told an important story—of unknown heroes—and if she had the chance, she’d do it all again. His story had been worth telling. She’d no excuse for the way she’d butchered him for the Star Chaser though—other than she’d let her temper run the