Rilka said, opening the door. “I wasn’t expecting you.” “Are you with anyone?” he asked, looking like the spy who came in from the cold. If only she could put aside her annoying law-abiding tendencies, she could be happy with Marcus. He was charming, romantic, a good conversationalist, and from all reports extremely thoughtful in bed. But she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life looking over her shoulder. She already did too much of that. “No,” she admitted reluctantly. She had planned to spend this free half hour reading the paper and clearing her mind for her next client. Maybe start hitting the tequila, as she kept promising herself. Where was the follow through? “Please?” “All right,” she said ungraciously. “Come in.” She let him in, then turned and headed down the hall. “Not the kitchen,” Marcus said with a pained expression, putting his hand on her arm to stop her. “Please don’t make me sit in that obscenely cheerful room one more time.”
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