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After a traumatic attack back home, British expat Ellen Hunter has sworn off men, especially Kane Fielding, Boston blueblood and renowned playboy, who seems to change his girlfriends with his boxers. But her boss sends her to schmooze his company, and Ellen is shocked to find she can’t keep her mind—or her hands—off Kane.
Forced to helm his family’s business after his father’s tragic death, Kane happily sacrifices emotional intimacy—it’s a small price to pay for keeping what’s important to him private. Now someone is setting fire to his mills and he needs all his focus to keep the company on track. What he does not need right now is to fall for this English ice queen who wants to either kiss him, kick him, or run from him.
When the tabloids add his and Ellen’s budding relationship to the arson story, Ellen’s job, and her future in Boston, are put at risk. Kane will have to convince her that he is worth the hit to her career—before the flames of the arsonist consume everything they’ve worked for.
“My brother-in-law’s Italian,” he said. “He’s taught me a few phrases.”
“Let me guess, to impress the ladies?”
His smile quirked up. “Not enough to impress you, I’d guess.”
Their waiter brought their food, and Ellen was completely distracted. The garlic-rosemary sauce on her lamb chops smelled like pure heaven. She was suddenly so hungry it was all she could do not to pick up a chop in her hands and go at it with her teeth. She kept herself in check, however, and got the first piece eaten with minimal ecstatic moaning. Kane, she saw with no surprise, ate the American way, cutting his pieces and then switching his fork to his right hand to eat. Penny called her way the “shovel approach,” and tonight she might live up to the term.
After a few minutes, Kane broke the silence. “Good?” was all he said.
“Really good,” she had to admit, aware that she was at risk of dripping juices.
He laughed a little. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve said all night.”
As swept up in the flavors and the pleasure of plain good food as she was, she said, “Maybe if you were covered in this gravy and served up next to this pile of mashed potatoes, I’d say something nice to you too.”
Kane laughed out loud. “Deal!” he shouted, making her blush scarlet and a few faces at the bar turn around. Kane couldn’t stop laughing, and Ellen couldn’t stop blushing. She was going to lock the memory of tonight up in a vault as soon as she got out of here and never refer to it again.
“All I was trying to say was—” But he waved her away and held his sides. With what little dignity she had left, she worked on her food, until Kane finally stopped laughing.
“I’m sorry,” he said, ostentatiously mopping his brow. “You just—surprised yourself—so much!”
“Don’t start again,” she begged. “Eat your fish.”