Hot Property (Hot Zone 4)

He grinned, that sexy, in-control smile that drove her to distraction. “I know no such thing.”

And because of his stubbornness, her mother, her aunt and even the media refused to believe that she and John were just friends. Perhaps because he made it so hard for Amy to believe it herself.

He was doing his best to charm her into his life and keep her there. Last night he’d taken them to dinner at his friend’s restaurant in Little Italy. The one where he’d brought Amy on their first date. She had a hunch he’d chosen the place on purpose, as much for the memories as the good food. He called it their place, which caused a stir with her relatives. Afterward they walked around and he treated them to gelato and cannoli.

Then he insisted on dropping Amy off at her apartment first, so her mother and aunt could see where she lived. Amy had allowed him to take charge because he’d had ideas to keep her mother and aunt busy for the night, tiring them out. As much as she wanted to argue with his commandeering attitude, he took the pressure off of her and she appreciated it.

He was a gentleman. A kind, sexy gentleman. And to use her mother’s old-fashioned word, he was wooing Amy with thoughtfulness, not money. She couldn’t let herself succumb, but it wasn’t easy.

Last night he’d slipped his hand into hers as they walked, so she couldn’t pull back without making a scene. He’d casually placed his palm on her back when they entered the restaurant and once again she’d been powerless to separate them. After a while, the gestures felt too good and she didn’t want him to stop. She lay in bed last night, aroused from his touch, yearning for him to ease the ache in her heart and the one that throbbed insistently inside her body. She missed him.

Just as he obviously intended.

But that was before she’d seen the morning paper. Before the past and present collided. John Roper and her eccentric, publicity-magnet mother were a combination Amy could not handle.

“So what are we doing today?” Roper asked.

She rose from her chair. “We aren’t doing anything. I took the day off to entertain the troops. You are going to the gym or the physical therapist or whatever else is on your schedule.” If he wasn’t with them, he couldn’t get them on tomorrow’s front page.

She could keep her mother and aunt under control for a day or two, make them happy and then send them back to Florida without argument.

“I haven’t skipped a day of therapy in weeks and you know it. I have a four-o’clock appointment today and I’ll be there. Meanwhile, if you have nothing specific on the agenda, I thought maybe we could all do the Statue of Liberty. Then you can take them back here to rest up for dinner while I keep my appointment.”

The telephone rang before she could argue, and Roper picked it up on the first ring. “Hello?” he said, then listened.

“Hi, Mom. I can’t talk right now. I have company,” he said.

Amy watched with interest. He’d taken phone calls from his mother and sister last night, as well, and there was a distinct difference in how he dealt with them now, compared to the panicked acquiescence he’d used when they’d first met.

“Yes, Amy’s family is still here. If you’d like you can join us for dinner tonight.”

Amy winced. “No!” She waved her hands in front of her face. Between her family and the famous Cassandra Lee, there’d be more than enough drama to create ten scenes. Amy couldn’t deal with it and her anxiety built higher at the mere thought.

“I’ll talk to you later, Mom,” Roper said. There was no hint of frustration in his voice.

If anything, things with his mother seemed almost…normal. Such a stark contrast to the episodes Amy had witnessed in the past. It was enough to distract her from canceling tonight’s dinner or arguing about today’s plans. At least for now.

Roper hung up and met Amy’s gaze.

“You haven’t dropped everything and run to your mother, not last night and not this morning,” she said, realizing exactly why things seemed so off balance to her now. “And Sabrina? Her phone call was calm. She wasn’t in hysterics complaining about your mother. And Ben—”

“Isn’t speaking to me at the moment, which makes things easier,” Roper admitted. “But yes, something is different. I came to your office to talk to you about it. But then you got the phone call to rush to the airport and, well, I forgot.”

Amy nodded. Subtly and not so subtly, Roper was now his own person. Not an athlete and a son pulled in a million different directions. If his family called, he spoke to them and quickly got off the phone. He met all his obligations and appointments, including those promises he’d made to Amy’s mother and aunt, without running off on one emergency after another.

He was focused.

He was present in the moment.

And his career obligations—workin

g out and meeting with the physical therapist—came first.

Wow.

“How? What happened with your family?” she asked.

“In a nutshell, I laid it on the line for them. I told them—”