Tall, Dark...And Framed?. Cathleen Galitz

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      When she shivered beneath that predatory gaze, Seb asked if she was cold.

      Feeling the warmth of his breath, Susan shook her head. Actually she was feeling oddly flushed. It was as if some secret part of her heart that had been frozen for a long time was beginning to thaw and sending the message to every nerve ending in her body. Tingling all over, she lowered her lashes in anticipation.

      In anticipation of what? she wondered dazedly.

      A kiss that would violate the sacred bond between a lawyer and client.

      Reminding herself that she could scarce afford such a costly mistake, Susan maintained that she could not possibly be so stupid as to fall for another forceful man, cut from the same cloth as the man who had already left permanent scars on her heart. A man so sure of himself that he would rather rely on his own ability to problem-solve than depend on anyone else for help—hence his evasiveness about his whereabouts on the night in question.