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wandered around the reception area, bouncing Luke gently, humming, doing anything I could think of to soothe him. “Luke, I can’t take you anywhere. You always make a scene. And you never listen to me. I think we should start seeing other people.”
    Aware of a figure approaching from one of the hallways that branched out from the reception area, I turned gratefully. I assumed it was the receptionist, back with the bottle. Instead I saw three men walking out, all dressed in dark, expensive-looking suits. One of them was fair and slim, the other short and a bit portly, and the third was the most striking man I had ever seen.
    He was tall and big-framed, all hard muscle and easy masculinity, with dark eyes and heavy well-cut black hair. The way he carried himself—the confidence in his walk, the relaxed set of his shoulders— proclaimed that he was accustomed to being in charge. Pausing in mid-conversation, he gave me an alert look, and my breath caught. A blush crept over my face, and a hectic pulse began at the front of my throat.
    One glance and I knew exactly who and what he was. The classic alpha male, the kind who had spurred evolution forward about five million years ago by nailing every female in sight. They charmed, seduced, and behaved like bastards, and yet women were biologically incapable of resisting their magic DNA .
    Still staring at me, the man spoke in a deep voice that raised goose-flesh on my arms. “I thought I heard a baby out here.”
    “Mr. Travis?” I asked crisply, jostling my whimper-ing nephew.
    He gave a short nod.
    “I hoped I might catch you between meetings. I’m Ella. From Austin. Ella Varner. I need to talk to you briefly.”
    The receptionist came from another hallway, plastic bottle in hand. “Oh God,” she muttered, hurrying forward. “Mr. Travis, I’m sorry—”
    “It’s okay,” Travis said, gesturing for her to give me the bottle.
    I took it, shook a few lukewarm drops on my wrist as my mother had told me to do, and shoved the nipple into the baby’s mouth. Luke grunted in satisfaction and fell into a busy, sucking silence.
    Looking back up into Travis’s eyes, which were as dark and rich as blackstrap molasses, I asked, “May I speak with you for a few minutes?”
    Travis studied me thoughtfully. I was struck by the contradictions about him, the expensive clothes and bold good looks, the sense of unpolished edges. He was unapologetically masculine in a way that suggested you should either scramble to get on his good side or get the hell out of his way.
    I couldn’t help contrasting him with Dane, whose golden handsomeness and jaw-softening stubble had always been so soothing and approachable. There was nothing soothing about Jack Travis. Except maybe his deep sugar-maple baritone.
    “Depends,” Travis said easily. “You gonna try to sell me something?” He had a heavy Texas accent, the kind in which dropped
G’s
hit the floor like summer hailstones.
    “No. It’s a personal matter.”
    A touch of offhand amusement lurked in the corners of his mouth. “I usually save personal matters for after five.”
    “I can’t wait that long.” I took a deep breath before adding boldly, “And I should warn you that if you get rid of me now, you’ll have to deal with me later. I’m very persistent.”
    The trace of a smile lingered on his lips as he turned to the other men. “Would y’all mind waiting for me at the bar on the seventh floor?”
    “No hardship,” one of them said in a brisk British accent. “We never mind loitering in the bar. Shall I order for you, Travis?”
    “Yeah, I don’t expect this’ll take long. Dos Equis, lime wedge, no glass.”
    As the men left, Jack Travis turned his full attention to me. Although I was medium height, hardly a short woman, he towered over me. “My office.” He motioned for me to precede him. “Last door on the right.”
    Carrying Luke, I went to the corner office. A large fanned wedge of windows revealed the