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Meg is sure she’s made a mistake when she agrees to pick up and Injured Steve, the magazine group’s photographer from the airport. The first moment she saw him, the Blakefield Curse took effect. She fell in love and she was a forever woman. He wasn’t. Spending time with him over the weekend only cements her feelings. She has rules of life and she breaks everyone of them even the new ones she added that weekend.
Steve has been intrigued by Meg and he enjoys her blushes. He’s found ways to raise them but something more is happening here. When she leaves abruptly, he wants to track her down but his broken leg makes pursuit difficult. Now he must find a way to win her over and that takes some time and clever moves.
“I’ll give you that.” He straightened. “When he came to the group fulltime he cut his ties with her rag. Be a sport and do the airport run.”
“Send a limo.”
“A limo isn’t how we treat our employees. Dad’s away. Luke’s tied up. Allie’s with Greg. I’m off to check some B and Bs.”
“Maybe I have plans.”
He arched a brow. “No you don’t. What is your problem?”
She couldn’t tell him how every time Steve appeared she felt like a teen crushing on the school jock. “I…”
“Come on. Now that Allie’s moved you’re the closest to JFK and you drive that huge four door sedan.”
She groaned. When any staffer was out of town on assignment unless they had a ride arranged, a member of the Blakefield family played chauffer. “You win.”
“Good. Drive the sedan and don’t think about taking a limo or a taxi.”
Why was her vehicle of choice important? She closed her eyes and planned. If the plane landed at nine, she could leave the airport by nine thirty. The drive to the
Hudson River village where he
lived would take an hour or so. Thirty minutes later she would be home. She
could avoid the temptation to jump him for that long.
“You win,” she repeated. “I’ll go.”
Mark patted her hand. “Good girl.”
She debated barking or biting. She waved him away. “You owe me.”
He paused. “One more thing. Take the wheelchair I parked in the hall. Steve had a small accident.”
Meg went into protective mode. “How small?”
“A lot of bruises and a broken leg.”
She rolled her eyes. There went her plans for a quick pickup and delivery. She would have to accompany him into the apartment. She thought about throwing something but the only thing on her ultra neat desk were her laptop, the phone and a stack of page proofs. She ran to the door.
“Mark, you really owe me and I’ll collect.”
The closing elevator door was her answer.
Steve Morgan. A sound midway between a sigh and a groan escaped. She was in trouble. He was hot, but his frequent teasing remarks made her bristle. His green eyes hinted promises he would keep for a time. She wanted to believe he would commit forever but she’d heard volumes about his short attention span. According to her sister he’d dated and discarded at least four women in the three months he’d been a Good Magazine Group employer.
You don’t want an affair. Rule number two. Any man you consider must want a lifetime commitment. No matter how many stars she wished upon Steve wasn’t that man. She laughed. Saying yes to what hadn’t been and what would never be offered was foolish.