protested, but with a wave of her hand Miss Clay silenced them.
It was another thirty minutes before she closed the door behind them and turned to him. When she did, he rose to his feet to face her across the office.
“I’m not taking any baby,” Mike declared. “John Frates never said anything about a baby.”
“I understood that he did call you,” she replied smoothly.
“Several years ago he called me and said he had recently married and they were writing wills and he wanted to leave something to me, but he didn’t say one thing about a child,” Mike repeated stubbornly.
Savannah Clay studied Mike with a look that made him think she didn’t believe him. “When Jessie was born, John and his wife rewrote their first wills.” The attorney crossed the room to return to the seat behind her desk, and in spite of the shock he’d just received, Mike could not help noticing the sexy sway of her hips as she walked. She motioned to him. “Please sit down.”
“I can’t be responsible for a baby,” Mike repeated, wondering how long it would take to get through to her.
“You’ll be completely provided for by this will. You’ll have the Stallion Pass house, a trust fund for Jessie, a trust for daily living and a million and a third dollars goes into your account tomorrow,” she replied as if explaining something simple to a small child.
“Don’t put anything into my account,” Mike snapped. “Aren’t you listening? I’m not becoming a guardian to this child.”
“The Frateses don’t have any relatives,” Savannah stated. “There is no one else to take her. She’s only five months old.” The color that heightened her cheeks only added to the good looks he was trying to ignore. She spoke slowly and firmly, as though he was hard of hearing or just too dense to get what she was trying to explain to him. “She’ll become a ward of the state otherwise.”
“I’m sorry, but she’ll have to become a ward of the state,” he replied tersely. “It doesn’t change how I feel. There are a lot of children out there that are wards of the state, but I’m not taking any of them, either.”
Fire flashed in the depths of blue ice as Savannah’s eyes narrowed. “John Frates had the very highest opinion of you, and he placed his faith and trust in you. He praised you beyond measure.”
“That’s certainly flattering, and I appreciate his opinion, but the guy was grateful because we rescued him. It doesn’t change my decision.” Mike’s tone was forceful.
“Look at this.” She shuffled through papers and yanked out an envelope, then came around the desk. She turned a chair and moved close beside him, and he caught a whiff of enticing perfume. When she crossed her legs, his attention was briefly distracted, caught and held momentarily by her long, shapely legs.
Savannah pulled out a picture and placed it on his knee, and the slight contact caused a different kind of jolt, one that settled in a region below his belt. “This is Jessie,” Savannah said.
He looked at a picture of a smiling, dimpled baby with curly ringlets of black hair, twinkling blue eyes and rosy cheeks.
“She’s adorable, but I’m not changing my mind.”
“May I ask why?” Savannah twisted to face him. Their knees were almost touching, and he was aware of her as a very appealing woman, if an annoying one.
“I’m single. I value my freedom and I don’t know anything about kids,” he replied.
“Maybe it’s time you learned.”
His annoyance rose a notch. “No, this isn’t the right time for a baby in my life. I’m getting ready to join the CIA. I’ll be traveling. I can’t be encumbered with a baby.”
Her eyes narrowed. “That’s incredibly selfish of you, Colonel Remington. You’re turning down a generous income, a home, a precious baby, simply because you value your freedom?”
“You’re getting it now,” he said. The woman had the bluest eyes he’d ever seen and the most fabulous legs. And he couldn’t wait to get away from her and this unwanted legacy.
“Have you already joined the CIA?” she asked.
“Not yet, but that’s beside the point.”
“You’re single. Is there a woman in your life?” she persisted.
“Not at the moment.”
“I’m not surprised,” she said coolly, and Michael’s temper boiled over.
“Look, Miss Clay, you’re not exactly a bundle of warmth yourself. Obviously you’re single, and I’m not surprised by that, either.”
To his amazement, she laughed. Beautiful white teeth, a sparkle in her eyes. More appealing than ever. He wanted to gnash his teeth. Attila the Hun packaged as an alluring woman. “Ah, I’m getting to you,” she said with cheerful satisfaction. “You’re losing that cool control. It means your guilty conscience is at work.”
“It means no such thing,” he said, watching her dazzling smile. It took his breath away.
Glancing at her watch, she said, “It’s late. Come have a drink and dinner with me, and we can discuss this issue further,” she announced, standing.
“No thanks,” he replied as she shed her suit jacket, unclipped her hair and shook her head. Blond hair cascaded over her shoulders and fell onto a creamy silk blouse clinging to curves that made him momentarily forget his animosity. She had a waist he could easily span with both hands.
“Do you often turn down a woman’s invitation for a dinner date? Or are you scared I might win you over to my way of thinking?” Savannah asked him.
He arched an eyebrow and wanted to give that cute fanny a swat. If he had any sense, he would answer yes and get the hell out of her office and life. But she was standing there with golden hair falling over her shoulders, a challenging gleam in her blue eyes and a figure that would make most men forget all the problems in the world.
“No, I don’t turn down offers from beautiful women,” he said quietly, standing and placing his hands on his hips. “I’m not scared, but you’ll never win me over to your way of thinking on this.”
“Never is a long time, Colonel.”
“All right, since we’re going to dinner, let’s drop the formalities. It’s Mike, Savannah.”
“Fine,” she said, granting him another one of her dazzling smiles. “Sit down, Mike. I’ll only be a few minutes.”
She gave orders as casually as a drill sergeant. Far more polite, but with that same authority and absolute expectation of being obeyed. Mike walked around the office, not really curious about the place, but simply being obstinate because she had told him to sit. As she disappeared through the door, he glimpsed a leather sofa and a wet bar. She must have a very successful practice.
While he studied a painting, he called the hotel where he and his two buddies were staying to talk to Boone. “I need to talk to this attorney tonight about my inheritance,” he told him, “and
