If they were merely business associates, he’d have had no problem, but they were more. Much more. He needed to set her straight before the situation between them went any further. He needed to let her know he wasn’t the kind of guy she wanted. He wasn’t a nine-to-five man or the hero in one of her books. He was a scarred, emotionally aloof man who could offer her only one thing—sex. “Thanks for bringing me home,” she said in the doorway of her condo. “I’m sorry you had to drive all the way to Dunwoody.” “No problem,” he said. “Okay, but I’ll owe you. How about dinner at my place tomorrow night? Believe it or not, I’m a great cook.” He believed it. The more he learned about Cami, the more he realized she was his secret fantasy woman. Not the sexual fantasies he’d had as a teenage boy, but the fantasy he’d harbored deep inside about hearth and home. She was the kind of woman who’d make the house warm and welcoming. “That’s not necessary.” He’d always hated to eat at someone’s house because it reminded him very strongly of the things missing in his life.
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