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This house is a graveyard for mice and birds, not a place to live. Of course I m not
joking. She glared at him, willing him to see her point. Without this hideous fireplace
the other room would be open, with more appeal. I want some walls down and why not
combine the two small bedrooms.
She walked back into the kitchen. These windows& pretty and all, except there
isn t enough light coming through, she said, stopped in front of him and pointed
upward. Pressed steel ceilings do you know what century we re living in? They have
to go too. When I m done with this house, it will be clean-cut and airy and
contemporary. I want the highest possible offer. Who was she kidding, any offer
would actually do.
He stared at her, his dark eyes distant and gradually losing the fiery glow she had
seen all morning. He took a sudden step toward her, and she took one hastily back.
Tell me, he said in a strangely calm voice, why do you think you can come to my
country and plan to destroy a piece of history for profit? He stood with crossed arms
before her, tall and threatening. I won t let you do it.
His anger radiated toward her as he took another step closer. A cold tingle ran
down her spine and she moved away until she stood with her back against the sink.
The feeling was familiar, the edge of the sink pressing against the small of her back,
but he didn t lean in to kiss her.
Her shock at his strong reaction ceased. She pushed away from the sink and lifted
her head. He had managed to frighten her, something she wouldn t allow to happen
again. Only inches between them, his breath was warm on her face. She didn t flinch
away from his cold eyes.
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Sinful Intentions
You won t let me do it? she repeated quietly. You won t let me do it?
Yes, he said, and placed both hands next to her on the sink, trapping her,
intimidating her. I won t let you destroy this house.
She pushed him hard in his chest. Step away from me. The look in his eyes
changed to confusion and he put more distance between them. You think you can tell
me what to do just because I ve let you fuck me?
For a second she thought he might argue, but he turned away, dropped the keys on
the floor and walked out the house without a glance back.
She sank to the floor, taking a few deep breaths. She noticed that her hands
trembled and she hugged herself. She strained to understand why she had ended up
sitting shaking on the floor.
His anger had hit her out of nowhere. It wasn t that she didn t see his point, but that
was clearly overreacting on his part. Geez, exactly in what world was he living? She
had neither the money nor interest to invest in fancy renovations. She wanted the house
sold, sooner rather than later. For that, all she needed was a touch-up, a modern feel.
Surely other people did that all the time. What was so wrong?
The nerve of him. She picked the keys up from the floor. To his credit, she didn t
believe he had realized how vulnerable she had felt with him towering over her as if he
were about to bite her head off.
She stood up, brushed away the dust on her dress and left the house. She walked
over the back porch into the garden and stopped dead short. He stood at the fence, but
not alone.
She was sure she looked at the owner of the bungalow, the one with the cats. The
woman was blonde, her limbs slender, her focus on his face. She talked animatedly with
him, one hand rested on his shoulder, and she wouldn t be surprised if the woman
swooshed a tail.
Katherine sneezed.
The woman s attention snapped around. Hi there, she called. I just asked
McGregor why he s running around in the old villa s garden. I guess you re the
owner? She smiled, showing very white teeth.
Katherine stood a few seconds without moving and then slowly walked over to
them, staring at his shoulders and dreading being close to him again. With as much
possible distance, she stopped next to him. Yes, I m putting the house on the market.
Katherine, he said, his voice flat, this is Susan, she s in real estate.
Susan gave him her full-toothed smile, but her eyes stayed focused on Katherine.
Lovely, Susan said. I have an expansive client base, and people are just dying to buy
in this area. She produced her business card with a flick of her hand.
I ll think about it, Katherine answered, and took the card. But I promised
another agent to call him first.
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Amy Redwood
Well, if you haven t signed a contract with an agent yet, you can switch. I feel you
could sell this baby at a great price once you do it up. It s a tad dated.
He gave a dry laugh. I think you two will get along just great.
Katherine watched his back as he walked away. He didn t return to Ada s but
instead entered an old four-wheel-drive truck and, with a roar from the engine, took off.
You guys are old friends? Susan asked, curiosity evident in her voice.
Hell no, Katherine said. And we never will be.
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This house is a graveyard for mice and birds, not a place to live. Of course I m not
joking. She glared at him, willing him to see her point. Without this hideous fireplace
the other room would be open, with more appeal. I want some walls down and why not
combine the two small bedrooms.
She walked back into the kitchen. These windows& pretty and all, except there
isn t enough light coming through, she said, stopped in front of him and pointed
upward. Pressed steel ceilings do you know what century we re living in? They have
to go too. When I m done with this house, it will be clean-cut and airy and
contemporary. I want the highest possible offer. Who was she kidding, any offer
would actually do.
He stared at her, his dark eyes distant and gradually losing the fiery glow she had
seen all morning. He took a sudden step toward her, and she took one hastily back.
Tell me, he said in a strangely calm voice, why do you think you can come to my
country and plan to destroy a piece of history for profit? He stood with crossed arms
before her, tall and threatening. I won t let you do it.
His anger radiated toward her as he took another step closer. A cold tingle ran
down her spine and she moved away until she stood with her back against the sink.
The feeling was familiar, the edge of the sink pressing against the small of her back,
but he didn t lean in to kiss her.
Her shock at his strong reaction ceased. She pushed away from the sink and lifted
her head. He had managed to frighten her, something she wouldn t allow to happen
again. Only inches between them, his breath was warm on her face. She didn t flinch
away from his cold eyes.
32
Sinful Intentions
You won t let me do it? she repeated quietly. You won t let me do it?
Yes, he said, and placed both hands next to her on the sink, trapping her,
intimidating her. I won t let you destroy this house.
She pushed him hard in his chest. Step away from me. The look in his eyes
changed to confusion and he put more distance between them. You think you can tell
me what to do just because I ve let you fuck me?
For a second she thought he might argue, but he turned away, dropped the keys on
the floor and walked out the house without a glance back.
She sank to the floor, taking a few deep breaths. She noticed that her hands
trembled and she hugged herself. She strained to understand why she had ended up
sitting shaking on the floor.
His anger had hit her out of nowhere. It wasn t that she didn t see his point, but that
was clearly overreacting on his part. Geez, exactly in what world was he living? She
had neither the money nor interest to invest in fancy renovations. She wanted the house
sold, sooner rather than later. For that, all she needed was a touch-up, a modern feel.
Surely other people did that all the time. What was so wrong?
The nerve of him. She picked the keys up from the floor. To his credit, she didn t
believe he had realized how vulnerable she had felt with him towering over her as if he
were about to bite her head off.
She stood up, brushed away the dust on her dress and left the house. She walked
over the back porch into the garden and stopped dead short. He stood at the fence, but
not alone.
She was sure she looked at the owner of the bungalow, the one with the cats. The
woman was blonde, her limbs slender, her focus on his face. She talked animatedly with
him, one hand rested on his shoulder, and she wouldn t be surprised if the woman
swooshed a tail.
Katherine sneezed.
The woman s attention snapped around. Hi there, she called. I just asked
McGregor why he s running around in the old villa s garden. I guess you re the
owner? She smiled, showing very white teeth.
Katherine stood a few seconds without moving and then slowly walked over to
them, staring at his shoulders and dreading being close to him again. With as much
possible distance, she stopped next to him. Yes, I m putting the house on the market.
Katherine, he said, his voice flat, this is Susan, she s in real estate.
Susan gave him her full-toothed smile, but her eyes stayed focused on Katherine.
Lovely, Susan said. I have an expansive client base, and people are just dying to buy
in this area. She produced her business card with a flick of her hand.
I ll think about it, Katherine answered, and took the card. But I promised
another agent to call him first.
33
Amy Redwood
Well, if you haven t signed a contract with an agent yet, you can switch. I feel you
could sell this baby at a great price once you do it up. It s a tad dated.
He gave a dry laugh. I think you two will get along just great.
Katherine watched his back as he walked away. He didn t return to Ada s but
instead entered an old four-wheel-drive truck and, with a roar from the engine, took off.
You guys are old friends? Susan asked, curiosity evident in her voice.
Hell no, Katherine said. And we never will be.
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