Evan watched as Celia sat sideways on the couch, her back against the arm and her knees doubled in front of her. She looked comfortable and completely relaxed, which was more than he could have hoped for given how stupidly he’d sprung the whole engagement thing on her. After her initial fury, though, she’d calmed down and had taken it well. Damn, but he liked this woman. Oh, he was definitely attracted to her sexually, but beyond that, he genuinely liked spending time with her.If he was smart, he’d take that as a huge warning sign to stay away and not become involved, but he’d never claimed brilliance.She’d changed into nothing more glamorous than a pair of sweatpants and a San Francisco Tide jersey. Odd, but she hadn’t struck him as a baseball fan.Her shoes had long since been shed, and her toenails, painted a delicate shade of pink, teased him. Hell, he was even attracted to her feet. Small and dainty.He was officially losing his mind. Never before had he lusted after a woman’s

There was no need for Celia to set her alarm. She never went to sleep. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her senses completely shattered by something as simple as a kiss. No. That kiss could never ever be called simple.She’d thought to go over her pitch. Mentally replay everything she wanted to say until it flowed seamlessly through her mind. But all she’d been able to do was lay there and wonder how she was going to manage to keep things with Evan on a strictly professional level.He kissed like a dream.He’d make love like a dream.And the sick thing was she’d never find out.She rolled over and buried her face in her pillow.Celia, Celia. The admonishment burned like acid on her tongue. She was walking a very tight, very dangerous line. It was bad enough that she was here with Evan. Sharing a suite with Evan. Her groan was swallowed up by the pillow.The least she could have done was insisted on a separate room, but that wouldn’t have gone far in convincing his family that

His father’s voice boomed in his ears and Evan jumped, sending Celia away from him for a brief moment.Marshall stood there expectantly. “Going to let me cut in?”Evan slipped Celia’s hand into his father’s. “Of course. Just don’t keep her for long.”Marshall chuckled as he spirited Celia away. “One dance won’t kill you, son.”Evan watched his dad whirl Celia across the floor. In a word, she was magnificent. She laughed at something he said and her smile lit up the entire room. She sparkled.“Quite a woman,” Mitchell drawled.Evan stiffened and turned to see his brother standing there, drink in hand.“Where’s the bride-to-be?” Evan asked. “Didn’t figure she’d let you out of her sight until the vows are spoken.”Mitchell shrugged. “She’s over with Mom, talking about the honeymoon arrangements.” He looked again at Celia and their father. “You’re marrying her for real?” “Is there some reason I shouldn’t?” Evan asked mildly.“Doesn’t seem your type.”Evan regarded his brother with curiosi

Waking in bed with Evan didn’t bring about the immediate what-the-hell-have-I-done feeling she would have thought. No, when her eyes opened, she registered a fantastic male body wrapped around hers, and instead of shoving him over and wailing on about how dumb she was, she snuggled deeper into his embrace and soaked up every minute of the lazy morning. “Good morning,” Evan murmured against her temple. “Mmm.”He chuckled softly and rolled away for a moment.“Damn.”“I don’t like that damn,” she grumbled. “Bad things are going to happen after that word.”He sighed in regret. “Sorry. Yeah, we have to get up.”“What time is it?”“Noon.”Her eyes popped open and she scrambled up to look over his body at the clock.“Noon? I’ve never slept until noon in my life!”He grinned and tugged her down onto his chest. “Glad I could contribute to your downfall then.”“So arrogant,” she said. “Now let me go, otherwise I’ll look like a bag lady for your brother’s wedding.”“I like bag ladies.”She snor

Celia entered her office with a heightened sense of anticipation. She already knew she’d be clock watching until it was quitting time and then she’d race home so she could change and look her best for her naughty escape to Evan’s. Her mouth curved into a naughty smile to match the naughtiness of her and Evan’s plan. It was wicked, forbidden, and she was so turned on that she was ready to fidget right out of her shoes.With a sigh, she sank into her chair behind her desk, kicked off her shoes and logged on to catch up on e-mail. She hadn’t planned to go out for lunch at all and had, in fact, brought food from home, planning to eat at her desk. After missing Friday, she’d spent the morning getting a report from Jason on her client meetings he covered and then she’d gone through messages.She groaned as her in-box stacked up with e-mail after e-mail. She started at the bottom and worked up, deleting several after cursory glances. Those requiring a lengthy response she flagged to respond