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Angelica flushed but her gaze didn’t waver “You’ve been eavesdropping as well as trespassing”

The ed lazily “Your door was open If you meant your remarks to be private—”

“No , I’m not interested”

“AH,” Eed, “please-”

“Do I look like a salesman, Miss Gordon?”

Angelica looked at hiht, he did not He looked—he looked like a pirate in twentieth-century clothing, like a Viking who’d stepped into the wrong time and place

“How can you not be interested in what I’ if you don’t knohat it is?”

“I thought you said you weren’t…” Angelica puffed out her breath “Look, I’ll give you oneto leave on your own, or—”

“Or?” His voice was soft, but sole word

“AH,” Emily said, “listen to me!”

“Yes, AH” The ainst his tanned skin “She’s right, you know You really should listen to her”

He leaned away froelica His lazy posture had been deceptive, she thought wildly; he le cat, and there was a sudden hard look in his eyes that made her want to take a hurried step back

But she didn’t

“Emily,” she said in what she hoped was a firm tone, “call security Tell them—”

” Who’re you kidding, Miss Gordon?” He stopped in the center of the roo as they met hers “You don’t have security You probably don’t even have somebody to come in and sweep the floors”

“The police, then” Angelica forced her eyes to stay locked with his “E for? If this—this person thinks he can muscle his way in here—”

“Are you sure your phone is working, Miss Gordon?” His voice was beet a dial tone before you make any more threats”

“Did you do so toward her secretary “E there? Didn’t you hear me? Go call the—”

“For heaven’s sake,” Emily hissed, her round face drained of all color, “I’ve been trying and trying to tell you, AH! This man isn’t a salesman He—”

“E with you? I don’t care who he is I want you to—”

“He’s—he’s Landon!”

Silence seeelica stared at her secretary

“He’s what?” she whispered

Emily threw her hands in the air “He’s thefor!”

Slowly, Angelica turned and looked at the stranger The sant but s

“Have you been waiting for ar?” he purred “Hoeet”

Crih cheekbones

“You’re from Landon?” she said in disbelief

E it softly behind her

“No,” he said, “I’m not”

He elica She had to tilt her head to look at him

I could have worn heels after all, she thought foolishly, and the patches of cri her cheeks deepened

“But—but Emily said—”

Cade laughed and strolled past her to her desk, heaped ere obviously unpaid—hell, unopened—bills