High-Powered, Hot-Blooded

Duncan swore silently and reminded himself that currently his reputation was more important than the bottom line.

“Annie’s right,” he said easily. “The facility is staying open at least through the first.”

Charles raised his eyebrows. “Can I quote you on that?”

Duncan nodded.

“Interesting.” The reporter moved away.

“Why would he think that about you?” she asked when they were alone. “No one would be that mean. It’s Christmas.” She took a sip of her drink. “It’s my favorite time of year. In my family, we’re big believers in more-is-more at the holidays.” She laughed. “We always buy a really huge tree and then can’t get it home, let alone in the house. Last year we had to cut off the top two feet, which is kind of sad. But they don’t look that big on the lot. Then there’s the decorating, the baking. I love Christmas carols. Jenny and Julie start to complain after a couple of days, but I keep playing them. Then we have Christmas movie-fest weekends when we watch all our favorites. What are some of your traditions?”

“I don’t have any.”

Her eyes widened. “Why not?”

“It’s just a day, Annie.”

“But it’s Christmas. That makes it more than a day. It’s about family and love and giving and imagining the best in the world.”

“You’re too naive. You need toughening up.”

“And you need to spend some quality time listening to Christmas carols. Don’t you decorate your house?”

He thought of his expensive condo and the look on his housekeeper’s face if he dragged in a live tree to shed on the bamboo flooring.

“I usually travel for Christmas. Skiing or maybe somewhere warm.”

“What about your family?”

“There’s only my uncle and he does just fine without me.”

She looked confused, as if he’d started speaking a foreign language. “Next you’re going to tell me you don’t exchange gifts.”

“We don’t.”

She winced. “Tradition is important. Being together. It’s special.”

“Have you been a hopeless romantic your whole life?”

“Apparently. How long have you been a complete cynic?”

“Decades.”

She surprised him by laughing. “At least you’ll admit it. They say that’s the first step in starting the healing process.”

“There’s nothing wrong with me.”

“Want to take a survey of ten random people? I’ll put my Christmas traditions up against your noncelebration and we’ll see who falls on the side of normal.”

“I don’t need anyone else’s opinion to tell me I’m right.”

She grinned. “You don’t have to go to the gym, do you? Carrying around that ego is enough of a workout.”

“It keeps me in shape.”

She laughed again. The sound made him smile. She was prettier than he’d first thought. Opinionated when she forgot to be shy. Loyal to the point of stupidity, at least when it came to her brother, but everyone had flaws. The answers she’d e-mailed earlier had given him facts about her life but hadn’t told him much about who Annie really was. In a practical sense, she was what he’d needed—a nice girl. But she was also appealing in a lot of ways.

Without thinking, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against hers. She stiffened slightly before relaxing into the kiss. Her mouth was soft and yielding. Aware of the people around them, he drew back. As he straightened, he heard the sound of her breath catch and caught the flash of surprise in her eyes. Then she blinked and it was gone.

“You didn’t say anything about kissing,” she whispered, her voice a little husky. “I think we’re going to need a special clause to cover that.”

“The kissing clause?”

She nodded. “Set limits early and reinforce them.”

He chuckled. “I’m not one of your students.”

“That doesn’t mean you won’t be getting a time-out.”

Four

Duncan arrived on time for his weekly lunch with his uncle. A tradition, he thought as he walked into the restaurant. Annie would be proud.