Hot on His Heels by Isabel Sharpe

Author:Isabel Sharpe
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

8

TRACY FLOATED back into 330 East Kilbourn Avenue, wafted up along with the elevator to the ninth floor offices of 21st Century Produce and danced into her suite, not surprised that Mia wasn’t back from lunch yet.

Paul wanted her. And she could have him. The fact that following through might be a bad idea was not allowed to enter her fantasies until tonight when she met with the girls. Then she could face reality. Right now she was too busy floating, wafting and dancing her way through the champagne-enhanced afternoon, reliving the firm possessive touch of his mouth, the way-sexy smell of his aftershave, the hard warmth of his body…

She walked around Mia’s desk to grab the mail and sort through it. What a time. What a—

“Well, hello.”

She looked up from her mail and her fantasies to see one of the hugest men she’d ever laid eyes on filling the suite doorway. He had to be well over six feet and built like a linebacker, dark and very attractive in an obvious sort of way.

“I’m Dave. And you are…” He peered at Mia’s nameplate. “Mia Templeton.”

“Actually, I’m—”

“Mee-a.” He practically purred the name, inasmuch as an enormous bass voice could purr. “In Italian it means…mine.”

He accompanied the words with a dark stare so melting that Tracy’s jaw shot open in sheer awe. Whew! This guy must drop ’em like flies.

“I wonder, Mee-a, if you could tell me where I might find the lovely and talented Tracy Richards.”

“Right here.”

He blinked. “You?”

She nodded and couldn’t stop a snort of laughter at the surprise on his face. “Can I help you?”

“I think you can.”

Again that deep purr, like rich fur sliding over bare skin. Or something. Tracy suppressed another snort. The man was a major pro. “Shoot.”

“I think you know my best buddy, Paul Sanders.”

Tracy received this news with a gasp. Unfortunately, she also happened to be swallowing at the same time, so she got to spend a lovely minute or so nearly choking to death.

“Easy there.” He patted her gently on the back with a huge hand. “Easy. If you die I’d feel responsible.”

“Why…are you here?” She managed a full breath and bent her head gratefully, hand still at her throat.

He wandered over to the wall and examined the watercolor landscapes Tracy had chosen for her office. “I want to take you to dinner tomorrow.”

Tracy’s head shot up. He did? “You do?”

“Yeah. Since Paul is in love with you, I figured—”

“What?” Tracy clutched her chest. Dave sprang up to the desk, hand ready for more back pats, but she managed to gasp and swallow in the proper sequence this time. “He told you that?”

“Oh, no.” Dave waved a finger back and forth. “No, no, no. He doesn’t even know it yet. Just me.”

Tracy fell back into Mia’s chair so hard it rolled halfway to the wall behind it. This encounter was already exhausting. And for one weird surreal moment—disappointing. Which made no sense. Why would she want Paul to be in love with her? She wouldn’t.

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