Blissful memories of Joe’s mouth on hers, her hands in his, flitted in and out of her mind, even when she was nailing down the final numbers of a deal worth multiple millions. He had wanted her as much as she’d wanted him. She was sure of that. But he’d ended the kiss so abruptly, said nothing about it afterward, and she could hardly call him on it. There’d been no opportunity since to explore what had happened. Or to repeat it. Now she found herself anxiously fixing her makeup in the mirror of her car before she locked it and headed into the house. All she was doing, she convinced herself, was repairing the ravages of a frantic day at the office. An even more frantic day than usual, with the deal finally struck with the Hong Kong bankers. She paused, the lipstick halfway to her mouth. Who was she kidding? Mitchell was hardly likely to notice the state of Mommy’s makeup. But was Joe? She hesitated for a long moment, then carefully slicked on her lipstick. She smoothed back her hair.
