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Zach Harper was the last person Kaitlin Saville expected to see standing in the hallway outside her apartment door The tall, dark-haired, steel-eyed s, the reason she was giving up her rent-controlled apart her to leave New York City
Facing him, she folded her ar her red eyes had faded fro and that no tear streaks remained on her cheeks
“We have a problem,” Zach stated, his voice crisp, and his expression detached His left hand was clasped around a black leather briefcase
He wore a Grant Hicks suit and a pressed, white shirt His red tie was old As usual, his hair was freshly cut, face freshly shaved, and his shoes were polished to within an inch of their lives
“We don’t have anything,” she told hi her toes into the cushy socks that covered her feet below the frayed hem of her faded jeans
She was casual, not fruht to be casual in her own hoht to be in her home at all She started to close the door on him But his hand shot out to brace it
His hand was broad and tanned, with a strong wrist and tapered fingers No rings, but a platinu, Kaitlin”
“And I’ive one whit about any proble his charot her fired, but he also had her blackballed from every architectural firm in New York City
He glanced past her shoulder “Can I come in?”
She pretended to think about it for a moment “No”
He ht be master of his domain at Harper Transportation and at every major business function in Manhattan, but he did not have the right to see her erie sitting under the
He clenched his jaw
She set her own, standing her ground
“It’s personal,” he persisted, hand shifting on the briefcase handle
“We’re not friends,” she pointed out
They were, in fact, enemies Because that hat happened when one person ruined another person’s life It didn’t matter that the first person was attractive, successful, intelligent and one heck of a good dancer He’d lost all rights to…well, anything
Zach squared his shoulders, then glanced both ways down the narrow corridor of the fifty-year-old building The light was dim, the patterned carpets worn Ten doors opened into this particular section of the fifth floor Kaitlin’s apartment was at the end, next to a steel exit door and a fire alarlass cover
“Fine,” he told her “We’ll do it out here”
Oh, no, they wouldn’t They wouldn’t do anything anywhere, ever again She started to step back into the safety of her apartment
“You reas?” he asked
His question stopped her cold
She would never forget the Harper corporate party at the Bellagio three lers and acrobats who had entertained the five-hundred-strong crowd of Harper Transportation’s high-end clients, there was a flamboyant Elvis impersonator who’d coaxed her and Zach fro
At the tihthearted mood of the party Of course, her sense of huht by several cranberry
“The paper we signed?” Zach continued in the face of her silence
“I don’t knohat you’re talking about,” she lied to him
In fact, she’d co It was tucked into the lone, slim photo album that lived in her bottom dresser drawer beneath several pairs of blue jeans
It was stupid to have kept the souvenir But the glow fro on Zach’s arm had taken a few days to fade away And at the tie license away, those happy ical
It was a ridiculous fantasy
The man had destroyed her life the very next week
Now, he drew a bracing breath “It’s valid”
She frowned at him “Valid for what?”
“Marriage”
Kaitlin didn’t respond Was Zach actually suggesting they’d signed a real e license?
“Is this a joke?” she asked
“A?”