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  She frowned when she picked up the phone. “Hello.”

  “How did things go at work today?”

  This was how they began their conversation each night. He would ask her how things went with her job and she would ask how things went with his. They would hold a pleasant conversation for a good forty-five minutes and then they would say good night. Sometimes she wondered about the real purpose of them talking, other than to hear the other’s voice each day.

  “Things at the shop went okay. Business has really picked up this week. I got a lot of pre-Thanks-giving orders.” Then she said, “I closed early. Lena and I went shopping for gowns for the ball this weekend.” She wondered if he would mention if he were going, or more specifically if he had a date.

  “Did you find something you liked?”

  “Yes.”

  “What color is it?”

  “Black.”

  “I bet it looks good on you.”

  “Lena thought so.”

  “Did she?”

  “Yes.”

  There was a pause and then he said, “Marcus is going away this weekend.”

  Kylie raised an eyebrow. This was news to her since Tiffany hadn’t mentioned it. “He is?”

  “Yes. Cyndi’s parents are coming through on their way to—”

  “Not Disney World?” she asked, immediately jumping to conclusions and hoping they were the wrong ones.

  “No, Busch Gardens in Virginia.”

  Thank goodness. “Oh.”

  “Why did you think they were going to Disney World?”

  “Because that’s where Tiffany is headed this weekend.”

  “Ahh. And you thought that perhaps they had manipulated their grandparents so the two of them could be in the same place and at the same time.”

  “It’s been known to happen.”

  “I’m sure it has but I doubt they would go that far.”

  “Hey, you never know,” Kylie said.

  There was another pause and then Chance said, “We’re going to have to start trusting them at some point, Kylie.”

  Tucking a braid behind her ear, she took a deep, frustrating breath. “I know but for me it’s hard, Chance, because I remember all the tricks I used to pull to be with Sam.”

  “Yes, but is it fair to judge them by what you did?”

  “No.”

  “All right, then.”

  Kylie tilted her lips in a smile. Even if he were bringing a date to the ball, she still enjoyed her nightly talks with him. Although she had decided that they could never be lovers, it seemed that he had made up his mind that they would be friends. And deep down she didn’t have a problem with that.

  She’d always had Lena as another female to bounce her ideas and thoughts off of, but there had never been a guy she felt close enough with to do the same. Lately she had asked Chance’s opinions about a lot things, including how she should handle situations that had arisen at work. Being the savvy businessman that he was, he had always given her good, sound advice.

  “So, how are things going at the Steele Corporation?” she asked.

  “There was a development today that I wished could have been avoided.”

  “Oh? What?”

  “We had to let a man go who’s been with us for over ten years.”

  She heard disappointment, as well as regret, in his voice. “Why?”

  “We found out he’d been stealing from the company. He was padding figures and having the products delivered elsewhere. Bas had suspected him for a while but we only got the proof we needed today to do anything about it.”

  They talked for the next thirty minutes or so and that night Kylie slept with an inner peace that she hadn’t known in a long time.

  “So you think they will have their first date this weekend?” Marcus asked before biting into his sandwich.

  Tiffany smiled. “Yes. They’re going to that ball although they aren’t going with each other. I can’t see how it won’t turn into a date with the both of us gone for the weekend. Didn’t you see how they were looking at each other last weekend when they thought no one was noticing? I think we did the right thing by contacting our grandparents.”

  Marcus nodded. “I hope you’re right.”

  Tiffany took another sip of her soda, smiled and said, “Just think, Marcus, if we actually pull this off, you’ll be the big brother I’ve always wanted.”

  Marcus grinned. “Yeah, and then I can give Rhonda Denton my full attention. I think she likes me.”

  Chapter 10

  He wanted her.

  That thought rammed through Chance’s mind the moment he saw Kylie enter the ballroom. His heart began hammering in his chest and he actually felt his pulse rate spike drastically. And if that wasn’t bad enough, his body got hard as a rock.

  At that moment he was grateful he was standing behind a waist-high plant that could shield the physical evidence of just how much he desired her. That, coupled with the knowledge of how much he loved her, was setting his loins on fire.

  The minidress she was wearing was definitely a shocker he could sum up in three words—short, sassy and sexy. It fit her body to perfection, showing off all her curves and the luscious length of her long, shapely legs. And if the dress wasn’t jaw-droppingly seductive enough, then there was the way she had her hair piled atop her head with a few swirling braids crowning her face.

  “Who are they?” Morgan leaned over and whispered, while raising an impressive eyebrow. “I don’t know either of them,” he said as if it were his God-given right to be acquainted with every beautiful woman in Charlotte.

  Chance studied his brother’s face for a second and noted his gaze wasn’t as glued to Kylie as it was to Lena Spears. That was a good thing since it would have been of waste of Morgan’s time to show any interest in Kylie. When it came to her he could get downright territorial. “The one in the black dress is Kylie Hagan, and she’s mine,” he said, deciding to state his claim here and now. “The woman in the fuchsia dress is her best friend, Lena Spears.”

  “Spears? Where have I heard that name before?” Morgan asked.

  “I have no idea. She’s a part of the committee that put on tonight’s ball and owns a real estate office in town.”

  “A real estate office?”

  “Yes.”

  Morgan glanced over at Chance after taking a sip from his wineglass. “You know her, then?”

  “Yes.”

  Morgan’s dark eyes sparkled in the glow of the huge chandelier that hung over their heads. “Good. I want an introduction.” He then glanced back over at the two women. “So the one in black is Marcus’s girlfriend’s mother?”

  At Chance’s nod, he said, “Umm, definitely good-looking. But she doesn’t look old enough to have a fifteen-year-old daughter.”

  “Well, she does,” Chance answered, with no intention of going into any details as to how that had happened.

  For a brief moment Morgan didn’t say anything and then he spoke. “It seems she’s caught Derek Peterson’s eye. He didn’t waste any time going over there to talk to her. If I were you I’d go claim what’s mine.”

  Chance had noticed the man’s flight across to the room to get all in Kylie’s face. Derek Peterson, twice divorced, had a reputation as a skirt chaser and it seemed that he wasn’t wasting any time making Kylie’s acquaintance. “I think I will.”

  “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend, Lena?” Derek Peterson asked.

  “I’ll think about it,” Lena responded noncommittally.

  Kylie raised an eyebrow. Lena was known for her friendly disposition. If she was giving this man the cold shoulder, there must be a good reason.

  “Since Lena won’t cooperate, I guess I have to introduce myself,” the man said, capturing Kylie’s hand in his. “I’m Dr. Derek Peterson.”

  Upon recognizing the name, Kylie understood her friend’s less-than-friendly attitude. Derek was a doctor who had at one time shown interest in Lena until he discovered she w
as her elderly mother’s caretaker. He’d told her there was no way the two of them could get serious since she came with “extra baggage.”

  “And I’m Kylie Hagan,” Kylie said, in an attempt to be polite.

  He gave her a smile that showed perfect white teeth. “Ms. Hagan, it is a pleasure to meet you. You must be new to town.”

  Kylie decided she didn’t like him any more than Lena did, probably because his gaze was focused more on her chest than her face. “I’ve been living here for almost four months now.”

  “What section of town do you live in?”

  “Myers Park.”

  “Myers Park?”

  “Yes.” She heard his impressed tone. Myers Park, one of the first suburbs of Charlotte, featured large stately homes that were canopied in willow oaks. More than any other neighborhood in the city, Myers Park had preserved its true character over the years. The “front-porch” neighborhoods had the traditional sidewalks, funky shops and restaurants. The house she had purchased had cost a pretty penny but thanks to Lena’s negotiating skills, the owners, who’d needed a quick sale, had readily agreed to her offer.

  “Then I must definitely get to know you. We’re neighbors,” Dr. Peterson said, “though I don’t ever remember running into you while out and about.”

  Kylie was just about to tell him that she was both a fulltime mother and a working woman who didn’t have time to be “out and about,” when she felt a sudden quiver in her midsection. She knew without a doubt that Chance was in close range.

  She didn’t want to seem too obvious when she scanned the crowded ballroom, but knew from the way her heart began hammering that she didn’t have to look far. He stood on a raised dais, staring directly at her. The person standing by his side was a man and not a woman, which gave her some relief. It was easy to tell the man was one of his brothers, as the resemblance was striking.

  What was also obvious was the intensity in Chance’s eyes. She could almost drown in the look she saw there. Male interest. Male appreciation. Male longing. Even a novice like her could recognize the three. He was silently sending her a message, one her body fully understood. Her hormones were on ready, set, go. But she knew there was something else involved here; something she hadn’t counted on happening. It was also something she wasn’t prepared for.

  Emotional feelings of the deepest kind.

  Now she understood why she’d been having all those vibrant and uncontrollable urges since meeting Chance. And why her body was so aware of him whether he was with her in person or was talking to her on the phone. The thought that he easily ignited her fire had always bothered her because she hadn’t understood the why of it. Whenever he kissed her she got caught up in his special skill of tongue-play, as if his tongue was made for her and hers for him. She hadn’t wanted to get in the same fix she’d been in with Sam; something she now thought of as forbidden obsession.

  She was old enough now to know better. She was at that age of maturity where she no longer took things at face value. She didn’t trust easily and had a tendency to expect the worst. But standing here being absorbed in Chance’s heated gaze she knew at that moment that it wasn’t about obsession, nor was it about lust. It was about love.

  She had fallen head over heels in love with him.

  “And what do you do for a living, Kylie?”

  She tore her gaze away from Chance upon hearing Dr. Peterson’s question. “I own a florist shop.”

  “Oh? Where?”

  “In the newly developed section of town, Hazelwood.”

  “That’s a nice area, but if you ever want to move to another location, a friend of mine owns a couple of buildings that he’s leasing downtown and—”

  “Good evening, everyone.”

  That deep, husky voice made the pounding of Kylie’s heart increase. She glanced up and met Chance’s direct gaze.

  “Chance! It’s good to see you,” Lena said, deliberately showing a lot more enthusiasm upon seeing him than she had Dr. Peterson.

  “Thanks, Lena, and it’s good seeing you as well.”

  He then gazed back at Kylie and held out his hand. “Hello, I’m Chance Steele. And you’re…?”

  Kylie wondered what game Chance was playing, but at the moment deciding to go along with him. “Kylie Hagan.”

  “Well, Ms. Hagan, it’s nice meeting you. And I’d like to introduce my brother, Morgan.” He then proceeded to introduce Morgan Steele to both her and Lena. It was only then that she noted that he’d given Derek no more than a cursory glance. Kylie immediately felt the tension that surrounded the three men and was bewildered by it.

  “Derek,” Chance acknowledged.

  “Chance. Morgan. I thought you guys ran in packs. Where’re the other two?”

  Chance’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Bas and Donovan are around here somewhere. Why? Are you looking for them?”

  “No.” Derek then turned his attention to Kylie. “It was nice meeting you, Ms. Hagan, but I’m being beckoned elsewhere.”

  “And it was nice meeting you as well, Dr. Peterson.” The man quickly left. Once he was no longer in sight, Kylie turned to Chance to inquire what that had been about, but found her hand enveloped in the warmth of his when the orchestra began playing.

  She met his gaze and all thoughts of Derek Peterson were forgotten as she was immediately swept away by the intensity in Chance’s dark eyes and the warmth of the smile that spread across his features. “Would you dance with me?” he asked quietly.

  She wondered if he could sense her inner turmoil. Did he know the emotions she was feeling were real and far exceeded the ones she’d assumed she had felt for Sam all those years ago? What she’d felt then was the passion of a young, naive girl. What she was experiencing now was the passion of an adult woman who had discovered love for the first time and knew there was no place for her to run, and no place for her to hide. There was nothing she could do but accept her fate.

  Love was staring her in the face in the form of Chance Marcus Steele.

  “Yes, I’ll dance with you.” His hand on hers tightened gently and she felt the warm strength of his touch as he led her toward the dance floor.

  Once there he pulled her into his arms, close to the solidness of his form, the heat of his body. She wondered how long she could continue to stand and not melt at his feet with all the sensations overtaking her. Finding out at thirty-one that you had the ability to love again was definitely a shocker.

  “You look beautiful tonight, Kylie,” Chance said, claiming her absolute attention. “Without a doubt you are the most gorgeous woman here.”

  Kylie lowered her gaze to study the Rolex watch on his wrist. “Your date might have a problem with you thinking that.”

  “I didn’t bring a date.”

  She raised surprised eyes to his. “You didn’t?”

  “No. What made you think I did? Or even more important, what made you think I would?”

  “Your brother’s fiancée mentioned to Lena that some woman in her family was coming to town and that you would be bringing her to the ball.”

  He shrugged. “Cassandra did call and try convincing me to escort her cousin tonight but I refused.”

  “Why?” she asked swiftly, then regretted doing so. It was really none of her business.

  “Because the only woman I want to be with tonight was going to be here, although she didn’t ask me to be her date.”

  Kylie couldn’t help but smile, elated he’d come alone. “Oh, what a pity,” she commented teasingly.

  “Yes, I thought so as well. But now that she’s here, right where I want her to be, which is in my arms, I’m declaring myself her date for the rest of the night.”

  Kylie didn’t have a problem with that. “Are you?”

  “Yes. That’s one sure way to protect you from the Derek Petersons of the world.”

  The contempt she heard in his voice proved her earlier assumption had been correct. There was no love lost between Derek, Chance and Morgan. �
��You and Morgan don’t like him,” she said, stating what had been so obvious. “Why?”

  “Let’s just say we don’t exactly appreciate the way he’s been known to treat women.”

  Not wanting to talk about Derek Peterson any longer, Chance brought Kylie’s body closer to his. He drank in her softness, her nearness, her scent—everything that was woman about her. After seven years of doing without a woman in his life, the one he was holding in his arms made him feel complete.

  “Why did you pretend that the two of us hadn’t met before?”

  Kylie’s question invaded Chance’s thoughts. He gazed at her, thinking that her question was easy enough to answer. “Something you said a few weeks ago made me want to prove you wrong.”

  She arched an eyebrow. “And what did I say?”

  “You said that we had only met because of our kids and chances were if we’d been at any function together that I would not have given you a second look. It was your opinion that you’re not the type of woman I would have shown interest in.”

  Kylie nodded, remembering she had said that. “And?”

  “And I’ve proven you wrong, Kylie,” he drawled.

  She gave him a bemused look. “How?”

  “By being here with you tonight, seeing you walk through that door for the first time. Tonight has nothing to do with our kids. It’s a function where we are both in attendance, and I did give you a second look. You are definitely a woman I would be interested in. And to go even further, you are a woman I am interested in, Kylie. The only one I’m interested in.”

  His words touched her more than he would ever know and Kylie didn’t think she could feel more desired and more wanted than at that very moment. The way he was looking at her made her feel hot, feverish. The intensity in his eyes made her pulse flutter and a heat wave consumed her, sending blood thrumming through her veins. She felt her nipples puckering against his chest. What was passing between them was too arousing for a dance floor.