feelings show unless she received some indication that they might be returned. Not so with Trish Taylor.
And Lynn still wasn’t looking at him.
“Are you going to stare into that glass forever?” he asked, trying for a light tone and not succeeding all that well.
Lynn made herself look into his eyes again.
This is totally inappropriate, she told herself. Inappropriate and unacceptable. I should not be standing here in this man’s bedroom, sipping his brandy, while he tells me he’s going to fire my sister any day now.
“I think we’d better go back downstairs.” She spun on her heel and headed for the hall.
“Lynn.”
She froze, but she didn’t turn around.
He spoke to her back. “There is nothing at all between your sister and me. I’m her boss and she’s my employee. And that’s all.”
“It’s none of my business.” She tried to start walking again.
And again he said, “Lynn.”
“What?” She whirled back to face him then, glaring.
“Do you believe me?”
“What does it matter?”
“It matters.”
She lifted her chin, drew herself up to her full five foot eleven in heels. “Why?”
“I might not be the prince you’re looking for, but I would never have brought you here if there was something going on between your sister and me.”
She kept glaring at him. She wanted so badly to be angry with him. But she wasn’t, not really. At least, not any angrier than she was with herself. She drew a calming breath and let it out slowly. “You shouldn’t have brought me here. And I shouldn’t have come.”
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