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to take your friend’s suggestion and seduce me? Certainly you’re so
masterful in the bedroom that one good romp would change my mind, right?”
    Wade moved a fraction of an inch closer to her. For a moment
Tori tensed, thinking he might be leaning in to kiss her. She wanted him to, and
she didn’t. She’d probably thoroughly enjoy it and then slap him when it was
over. It was hard to think with him this close. He stopped short of touching his
lips to hers. She could feel his warm breath on her skin.
    “I’ve never had a woman offer me real estate after sex, but it
wouldn’t be the first time one of my lovers felt the need to repay me for a
fantastically pleasurable night together.”
    Just the words fantastically
pleasurable wrought a hard throb of need. She fought the urge to lean
in to him. To discover what it would feel like to have his hard angles pressing
into her soft curves. It had been a long time since she’d even let herself think
of something like that. Not since things blew up with Ryan. She didn’t trust
herself to make the right choices, even with the right kind of man.
    And this was the absolute wrong man to light up her libido. He
was too smooth. Too charming and certain of himself. It didn’t matter what he
said or did, for every move he made was a strategic one. But that didn’t mean
her every move couldn’t be a tactical one, as well. He already believed she
could be manipulated through sex, or he never would’ve fired her. Let him think
he was getting to her. Let him think he was winning.
    Tori pressed a gentle hand to his chest. Her lips parted in
invitation; a ragged breath of arousal escaped from her lungs. It wasn’t hard to
play along: she just gave in to her impulses. She could feel his heart racing
just as quickly as her own. He was not immune to his own game. They were both
playing with fire.
    “What makes you think I want you?” she whispered.
    Granting her silent wish, he leaned in and pressed himself
against her. The warmth of his hard body radiated through his clothing. The
salty scent of male skin mingled with pine. Wade let his lips graze, nestling
touches light as feathers along her jaw to her earlobe. The sensitive hollow of
her neck sizzled with a touch that tempted and teased without giving her what
she really wanted: his mouth against her skin and his hands beneath her
shirt.
    “Oh, you want me,” he whispered confidently into her ear. “Of
that I’m certain.” Pulling away and taking all the night’s warmth with him, he
met her gaze and smiled widely. “Good night, Miss Sullivan.”
    She watched him stroll confidently down the sidewalk and
disappear around the corner. She waited until the night was silent and still
before she let the air out of her lungs. That man had managed to build a fire in
her she hadn’t expected, especially considering how much she despised him. This
was a dangerous game, but if he was trying to seduce her into selling, it would
at least be more pleasurable than fighting. Especially when he lost.
    A smile of amusement curled her lips. “Oh, you only think you
won this round, Wade Mitchell. But the fun is just beginning.”

Three
    B y the time Wade returned to the farm that
night, the lights in the big house were all out except for the front porch and
the kitchen. His parents had always been early to bed, early to rise, as most
farmers were. Thank goodness for the bunkhouse.
    The renovated barn referred to as “the bunkhouse” had been
where all the boys slept and played as kids. The historic Federal-style house
that came with the farm was large, but old in style and design, never renovated
to have enough bedrooms and bathrooms to accommodate an ever-changing herd of
boys and Julianne all at once. But none of the boys minded the separation.
    The bunkhouse had been the perfect boys’ retreat, and Julianne
spent her fair share of time over there, as well. The entire downstairs was an
open living area where they could do their homework,