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could have caused them?

"What was what all about?" she asked him innocently. "I just swallowed the wrong way, that's all."

He frowned at her. "Don't start, Edie. Don't try to lie to a liar like me. It won't wash. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"I just swallowed the Brie wrong," she insisted.

"You just about jumped out of your skin when I put my hand on your back," he corrected. "The same way you just about jumped out of your skin at Drake's that night when I tried to give you my keys."

Her blank expression turned vague. "And your point would be…?"

He muttered a ripe curse under his breath. "You got a problem with being touched, Edie?"

She met his gaze levelly. "Yes." But she offered no further explanation.

Never known for his tact—or his courtesy, for that matter—Lucas asked, "Why?"

Something in her eyes went absolutely glacial at his question. But her voice was the very essence of politeness when she said, "That, Mr. Conaway, is none of your business. Now then. Back to what we were talking about a moment ago. You're looking for a rich woman to take care of you, is that it?" Her tone was decidedly less polite as she added, "You? Want to be taken care of? By a woman? With money? This is something that frankly surprises me."

Lucas smiled when he realized how badly he'd misspoken—and how badly she'd misunderstood. No wonder she'd nearly choked on her Brie. "I meant that Adam wants me to use the book How to Trap a Tycoon to find a rich woman to take care of me for a story. It's for the magazine, Edie," he clarified, his smile growing broader. "For Man's Life. What, you thought I was really looking for a sugar mommy?" His smile turned into chuckles. Real chuckles, too. Not the phony-baloney sarcastic ones to which he'd become so accustomed.

Wow . That felt really good. He couldn't honestly remember the last time he had laughed at something because it was funny. Because he enjoyed it. Because it made him feel happy. He should try to do that more often. Interesting it being Edie who had generated the spark within him.

She had the decency to look chagrined for assuming what she had. And when she did, Lucas laughed some more. He hated to say it, but she really was cute when she was embarrassed. Even if she was Mulholland of Sunnybrook Farm, she wasn't quite as annoying as he'd suspected she would be at close range. Funny how he'd never noticed that before tonight.

"A story for the magazine?" she asked a little sheepishly.

"A story for the magazine," he told her.

"Gee. I, uh … I guess I should have figured that one out for myself, huh?"

Lucas shrugged, and with that single, careless gesture, he felt a few of the chips he'd carried around since childhood tumble right off his shoulders. Wow. That felt really good, too. Amazing. Two questionable evenings with Edie Mulholland, and suddenly, he felt almost like a human being. This could get interesting.

"Yeah, well, Edie, it's not like I've ever given you any reason to look for the best in me, have I?" he asked. "And that's probably the reason I'm having so much trouble finding myself a tycoon to trap," he further speculated.

She said nothing in response to his assertion, probably because no response was necessary. Then, carefully, as if she wasn't quite sure of her reception, she said, "I could help you out."

Lucas Conaway had never asked for or accepted help from anyone in his entire life. Whatever he had to show for who he was, he'd damn well earned it all by himself. Now, however, he met Edie's gaze with much interest. "What do you mean?" he asked.

She tore off another piece of baguette and used it to scoop up a generous serving of Brie. Before popping it into her mouth, however, she told him, "I'm good at finding people, Lucas. I'm close to finding my mother right now. And God knows I've had a lot of experience with tycoons."

He assumed she was talking about her work at Drake's, and decided he didn't want to know any particulars of the situation if she wasn't. At any rate, all he said in reply was, "Oh, yeah?"

She nodded. "Yeah. You want to trap yourself a tycoon? I'm just the woman who can help you."

Chapter 11

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D orsey awoke Sunday morning to the most pleasurable sensations she had ever experienced. The cool crush of satin pillowed her cheek and naked breasts, cascaded over her bare back and bottom. Faint strains of a Bach piano concerto serenaded her from somewhere nearby, the light, joyful noise mimicking the happy pulsing of her heart. She inhaled deeply her contentment and was further greeted by the rich aroma of strong coffee, a fragrance that roused her from the last remnants of sleep. When she finally opened her eyes, it was to see Adam entering his bedroom wearing naught but a pair of sapphire-colored silk pajama bottoms and carrying a tray. A tray, she noted further, gratefully, that carried, among other things, the promise of nourishment.

She could use some nourishment after the night she had just spent, she thought, feeling muzzy-headed and pleasantly achy. Drowsily, she eyed the basket of sweet breads, the carafe of black coffee, the two simple white mugs, and the single apricot-colored rose in a silver vase. Goodness. What a romantic Adam Darien was turning out to be.

In the pale light filtering through the half-open window blinds, she got her first good look at him in dishabille. Her insides turned to warm butter at viewing such a sight first thing in the morning. His broad, naked chest was dusted from shoulder to shoulder with dark-brown hair, hair that arrowed downward to disappear into the waistband of his pajama bottoms. His belly was as flat and firm as a steam iron, and his arms were corded with muscle and sinew. His hair was adorably

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