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  “I watched you the day I came to your office. I’ve always known there was a better way to deal with executives than what I’ve seen my father do, but I wasn’t certain if I’d be mistaken for being weak and feminine if I tried for a more open dialogue when I became president.”

  “And?” he prodded, grinning slightly.

  “And you were doing exactly that with your staff that day—yet no one would ever accuse you of being weak or feminine. And so,” she finished with a breathless, self-conscious laugh as she turned back to the silverware drawer, “I decided to be just like you when I grow up!”

  Silence hung in the room like a living, breathing thing—Meredith uneasily self-conscious, and Matt far more pleased by her praise than he wanted to admit. “That’s very flattering,” he said formally. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. Now, why don’t you sit down and I’ll fix dinner.”

  After dinner they went back to the living room, and Meredith wandered over to the bookcase, surveying the old books and games there. She’d had a beautiful, unforgettable day, and that fact was making her feel guilty about Parker and vaguely uneasy about . . . about something she couldn’t quite name. Yes, she could, she thought with brutal honesty, she could name it easily, though she couldn’t understand why it was affecting her. There was too much overpowering masculinity in this house for her peace of mind, too much male charm, too many memories starting to stir. She hadn’t anticipated any of that when she came here. She hadn’t expected a close-up view of Matt’s bare chest to set off a chain of memories of other times when she’d seen it—times when she was lying on her back with Matt above her, inside her.

  She ran her finger slowly along dusty spines of novels without actually seeing their titles, and she wondered idly how many other women shared those same intimate memories of Matt’s body joined with theirs. Dozens, she decided, no hundreds, probably. And in a funny, purely impartial way, she no longer condemned Matt for all his well-publicized sexual exploits any more than she could find it in her heart to continue looking down her nose at the women who offered him their bodies. Now, as a grown woman herself, she fully recognized what she had only partially understood as a girl, and that was that Matt Farrell positively exuded bold sex appeal and potent masculinity. In itself, that was a lethal attraction, but when one added in the enormous wealth he’d accumulated and the power he now wielded, she could see why the combination would be absolutely irresistible to most women.

  She herself wasn’t endangered by it. Not a bit! The last thing she wanted in her life was an unpredictable sexual athlete who had women panting for him. She vastly preferred dependable, morally upright men. Like Parker. But she enjoyed Matt’s company, she admitted that much to herself. Possibly, she was enjoying it too much.

  On the sofa, Matt watched her, hoping she wouldn’t find a book and lose herself in it for the rest of the evening. When she remained in front of the shelf with the old games on it for a rather long time, he thought maybe she was looking at the Monopoly game . . . and remembering the last time they’d played it. “Would you like to play?” he asked.

  Her head jerked around, her expression inexplicably wary. “Play what?”

  “I thought you were looking at one of the games—the one on top.”

  Meredith saw it then, the Monopoly game, and all her preoccupation and worries vanished in the anticipation of spending the next few hours doing something as completely frivolous and silly as playing Monopoly with him. She smiled at him over her shoulder, reaching for it. “Do you want to?”

  Matt suddenly wanted to as much as she apparently did. “I suppose we could,” he said, already pulling the quilt off the sofa so they could sit there with the game board between them.

  Two hours later, Matt owned Boardwalk, Park Place, the set of green properties, the set of red properties, the set of yellow properties, all four railroads, and both utilities; and the board was literally covered with his houses and hotels, which Meredith had to pay rent for every time her token landed on one of his properties. “You owe me two thousand dollars for that last move,” he pointed out, utterly contented with his evening—and utterly enchanted with the woman who could turn a Monopoly game into one of the most enjoyable nights he’d had in years. “Hand it over.”

  Meredith gave him a limpid look that made him chuckle even before she said, “I have only five hundred left. Would you consider a loan?”

  “Not a chance. I’ve won. Hand it over.”

  “Slumlords have no heart,” she said, and she plopped the money into his open palm. She tried to scowl and ended up smiling at him. “I should have known from the last time we played this game—when you bought up everything in sight and took everyone’s money—that you were going to turn out to be a famous, rich tycoon.”

  Instead of smiling, he looked at her for a moment and then asked quietly, “Would it have mattered if you had known?”

  Meredith’s heart skipped a beat at the sheer unexpectedness of such a momentous question. Trying desperately to pass the matter off lightly and restore their former mood, she gave him a comic look of a woman who has been grievously maligned and began to clear the game board. “I’ll thank you not to imply that I might have been mercenary in my youth, Mr. Farrell. You’ve humiliated me enough for one night by winning away all my money.”

  “You’re right, I have.” Matt matched her light tone, but he was amazed that he’d asked the question out loud and furious with himself for suddenly starting to wonder what he might have done to make her want to stay married to him. Getting up, he made certain the fire wouldn’t flare up while they slept. By the time he finished, he’d gotten himself under firm control. “Speaking of money,” he said as she put the game back on the shelf, “if you ever personally guarantee a loan for your company again, at least insist that your fiancé’s bank agree to release you from that guarantee after two or three years. That’s long enough for them to have proof that the loan is solid.”

  Relieved by the change of topic, Meredith turned around. “Do banks do that?”

  “Ask your fiancé.” Matt heard the sarcasm in his voice, and he hated the absurd stab of jealousy that was causing it. And while he was still berating himself for what he’d already said, he said even more. “And if he won’t agree, get yourself another banker.”

  Meredith knew she was suddenly on shaky ground, but she couldn’t understand how she got there. “Reynolds Mercantile,” she explained patiently, “has been Bancroft’s bank for nearly a century. I’m certain, if you knew all the details of our finances, you’d agree that Parker has been more than accommodating.”

  Irrationally annoyed by her persistent defense of Parker, he purposely said something he’d wanted to say all night. “Is he responsible for that ring you’re wearing on your left hand?”

  She nodded, watching him warily.

  “He has lousy taste. It’s ugly as hell.”

  He said it with such magnificent disdain, and what he said was so true about the ring, Meredith felt uncontrollable laughter welling up inside her. He stood still, brows raised in challenge, daring her to deny it, and she bit down on her lip, trying not to giggle. “It’s an heirloom.”

  “It’s ugly.”

  “Well, an heirloom is a—”

  “It is any object,” Matt said bluntly, “with deep sentimental value that is too ugly to sell and too valuable to throw out.”

  Instead of being irate, as he half expected her to be, Meredith burst out laughing, slumping against the wall. “You’re right,” she laughed.

  Watching her, Matt struggled to remember that she meant nothing to him anymore, then he tore his gaze from that flushed, intoxicating face of hers and glanced at the clock on the mantel. “It’s after eleven o’clock,” he said. “We may as well call it a night.”

  Startled by his curt tone, Meredith quickly turned off the lamp beside the sofa. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept you up so late. I didn’t realize what time it is.”

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