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plenty of them. I know how you
operate. You want one woman one day and another woman the next. Get over it
already. Please.”
    Rico just stared at her. “And you think it’s that simple?”
    “ Yesss . I’m Zane and Derringer’s
sister, Riley, Canyon and Stern’s cousin. I see them. I watch them. I know their
M.O. Derringer has been taken out of the mix by marrying Lucia, thank goodness.
But the rest of them, and now the twins…oh, my God…are following in their
footsteps.
    “You see. You want. You do. But not me. You, Rico Claiborne, assume just because you want me that you’re
going to get me. What was your warning? If we go somewhere together alone, that
you’re going to have me. Who are you supposed to be?
Don’t I have a say-so in this matter? What if I told you that I don’t want you?”
    Rico just stared at her. “Then I would say you’re lying to
yourself. You want me. You might not realize it, but you want me. I see it every
time you look at me. Damn, Megan, admit there’s a strong attraction between
us.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Okay, I find you attractive. But I find a
lot of men attractive. No big deal.”
    “And are you sending out the same vibes to them that you’re
sending to me?” he asked in a deep, husky voice.
    Megan recalled that Pam had said something about vibes. Was she
sending them out to him without realizing she was doing so? No, she couldn’t be.
Because right now she wasn’t feeling desire for him, she was feeling anger at
him for standing there and making such an outlandish claim.
    But still, she would have to admit that her heart was pounding
furiously in her chest, and parts of her were quivering inside. So, could he be
right about those vibes? Naw, she refused to believe it. Like she’d told him,
she’d seen men in operation. Zane probably had a long list of women he wanted
who he imagined were sending out vibes.
    From the first, Rico had come across as a man who knew how to
control any given situation, which was why she figured he was the perfect person
for the job she’d hired him to do. So what was his problem now? If he did want
her, then surely the man could control his urges.
    “Look, I assure you, I can handle myself, and I can handle you,
Rico,” she said, “All of my senses are intact, and you can be certain lust won’t
make me lose control. And nothing you or any man can say or do will place me in
a position where I will lose my self-control.” The men who thought so didn’t
call her “Iceberg Megan” for nothing.
    “You don’t think so?” Rico challenged her. “You aren’t made of
stone. You have feelings. I can tell that you’re a very passionate woman, so
consider your words carefully.”
    She chuckled as if what he’d said was a joke. “Passionate?
Me?”
    “Yes, you. When I first looked at you at the wedding reception
and our gazes connected, the air between us was bristling with so much sexual
energy I’m sure others felt it,” he said silkily. “Are you going to stand there
and claim you didn’t feel it?”
    Megan gazed down into her coffee and erased her smile. Oh, she
remembered that day. Yes, she’d felt it. It had been like a surge of sexual,
electrical currents that had consumed the space between them. It had happened
again, too, every time she saw him looking at her. Until now, she’d assumed she
had imagined it, but his words confirmed he had felt the connection, as
well.
    After that night at the wedding, she’d gone to bed thinking
about him and had thought of him several nights after that. What she’d felt had
bothered her, and she had talked to Gemma about it. Some of the things her
married sister had shared with her she hadn’t wanted to hear, mainly because
Megan was a firm believer in self-control. Everybody had it, and everybody could
manage it. Regardless of how attracted she was to Rico, she had self-control
down pat. Hers was unshakable.
    She’d had to learn self-control from the day she was told she
would