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course.”
    Hannah threw her hands in the air, her eyes round. He offered her a half smile and she put her hands on her throat like she was choking herself, then pointed at him. He suppressed a laugh and listened to his mother’s response.
    “See you then,” he said, cutting off any last protests. She would be there. She would never disappoint him.
    “What did you do that for?” Hannah exploded.
    “Because, it’s what I would do if we were really reconciling, which means it’s what we should do in order to make it look like we’re reconciling.
Entiende?
”
    “No.
No entiendo.
I don’t understand at all. Why bother bringing your mom and Selena into this? It’s not … fair.”
    “To them or to you?”
    “Either one,” she said. “Look, I liked your family—a lot—when I was here. They were really good to me and I hated lying to them. I don’t want to do it again.”
    “You’re sparing my mother from the possibility of losing Vega. I think she’ll forgive you.”
    “I’ll be honest with you, Eduardo. I don’t think you’re in danger of losing Vega. Things aren’t quite as good as they were a few years ago, but that’s true for a lot of companies. And anyway, your personal assets are quite healthy. Once you get your financial manager in place—”
    “But if I don’t figure out a system …”
    “We will,” she said, moving into a standing position and grasping her hands behind her back, arching forward, stretching, a short little kitten sound escaping as she did. His body kicked into gear, a hard and serious reminder of the power she seemed to command over him.
    Her breasts were perfect. Small and round. He ached to have them in his palms. In his mouth.
    “We had better,” he bit out, averting his eyes. He had to get a grip. He had other things to worry about, things much more important than his neglected sex drive.
    “I’m confident that we can figure something out,” she said,rounding the desk, her hips dipping with each step. She was still angry. Her hips moved more when she was angry, her lips pulled tight. “Now,” she breathed out, “do we really have to spend the weekend with your family?”
    “Yes. My mother will not let it go … you know it as well as I do. And I think it would do us both good to get out of the city.”
    “It’s only been a few weeks. And anyway, I like the city, so I feel no such need.”
    “Ah, but you do.” He started to circle her. Her head swiveled as far as it possibly could as she tried to track his movement. He put his hands on her shoulders, savoring the heat of her body coming through her thin top. “You’re very tense.” He moved his thumb into her muscle and discovered that tense was an understatement.
    “Ow,” she groused.
    “You will feel better in a moment.” He moved his thumb on the other side, digging deeper. She arched back, whimpering.
    “It doesn’t feel better yet.”
    “Your muscles are like rocks. It doesn’t help that you hunch at the computer.”
    “Shut up, I do not hunch.”
    “You do.” He worked both of her shoulders until he felt some of the tightness ease, until she stopped fidgeting and started melting into his touch. He swept her blond hair to the side and slid his thumb up the back of her neck. This time, the sound she made was decidedly pleased, and more than a little bit sexy.
    “Yes, just like that,” she said, arching into his touch, instead of trying to escape it.
    “I do like to hear you say that,” he said. He tilted his head to the side and pressed a kiss just beneath her earlobe. She stiffened, then pulled away from him.
    “I’m still mad at you,” she said, turning to face him, her eyes looking a little glazed, her cheeks flushed.
    “That’s okay. It doesn’t mean you can’t kiss me. You were mad at me last time, too.”
    She drew her plump lower lip between her teeth and shook her head. “Nope. Not kissing you.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because it’s not what we’re here to do.”
    She