Porter?” April allowed a crisp nod as she swiftly rose to her feet, giving in to the crazy compulsion to be on an even playing field with the inimitable Steve Nolan. She needed to be right there at eye level—although technically his eye level was about seven or eight inches higher than hers. “We do, Mr. Nolan. As long as you keep up your end.” She stifled a wince at the words your end. Had she really said that? Had it sounded as suggestive as it did on her tongue, or was she self-conscious because he had hit on her within moments of meeting her…and she’d liked it? You’ve met high-powered, handsome men before. You’ve met high-powered, devastatingly handsome, compelling men before. Oh, who the hell was she kidding? She’d never met a man like him. A man who looked even better in person than he did on the cover of GQ. With sunshine in the gold flecks in his eyes and charisma bleeding from his pores, even when he was obviously frustrated by a difficult situation.
