âThings are never going to be strictly business between us, Gabi.
The past is always going to be there along with that one question.â
Donât ask.
Donât do it.
âWhat question?â
Kingsley leaned in even closer, and she had to fight the urge to bolt away from him. But she wouldnât let him know he was getting to her. She had to stand firm. He was just a man.
No.
He was more than a man. He was her own personal demon. One that she hadnât exorcised because sheâd never been able to see him as anything other than a hot fantasy. Theyâd barely dated before theyâd slept together, and then everything had fallen apart.
She couldnât let him continue to dominate every moment they had together.
âIf that one night together was a fluke,â he said.
He leaned in closer. So close that sheâd barely have to incline her head for their lips to brush.
* * *
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One
The intercom buzzed and Gabriella de la Cruz put down her cup of tea to pick up the phone. âYes, Melissa?â
âThere is someone here to see you,â her assistant said. To Gabiâs ears Melissa sounded excited, the way sheâd been that time sheâd won five hundred dollars on a scratch-off lottery card. She could only guess that another one of the celebrities Melissa was always cyberstalking had dropped by looking for a nanny.
Gabi had started her nanny service seven years ago after a very successful run as a live-in nanny for the Hollywood director Malcolm Jeffers. Mal and his wife had sung Gabiâs praises and suggested she start her own business when their kids were old enough to no longer need a nanny.
âI have an appointment in thirty minutes,â Gabi said. âCan you ask them to come back?â
âI think youâll want to see him,â Melissa said.
Doubtful. She was busy; it seemed as though everyone wanted something from her at this time of year. Her parents wanted her to make more time for them and come over to their place this weekend. Her clients were anxious about summer and instead of dealing with the nannies who worked in their homes year-round, they were calling her about activities, vacations and travel documents. Her clientele couldnât just nip down to Disneyland or Legoland for the weekend. They all wanted to go someplace exotic, which was a big headache.
âWho is it?â she asked at last. Melissa wasnât going to just tell him to go away. And Gabi needed to get back to writing the column she was working on for a national parenting magazine.
âItâs Kingsley Buchanan. The former NFL quarterback, agent to the best athletes in the world.â
Kingsley.
Of course when she was having a bad day heâd have to walk back into her life. Heck, even just his name sent a shiver through her. She wanted to pretend it was one of dread, but her pulse had picked up and sheâd sat up a little straighter.
âI donât have the time,â she said, hanging up the phone.
Letâs face it; she didnât owe him more than that. Heâd been her first loverâwell, one-night stand might be more accurate given that heâd left her in the morning and been arrested before lunch. Sheâd only been alone with him one time after that. An ill-fated jailhouse visit when heâd told her sheâd been naive to think there was more between them than what sheâd gotten.
Idiot.
She wasnât sure if she meant him or herself.
Why was he here?
Why did she care?
She reached up to push her hair behind her ear and then pulled her laptop closer, staring at the screen and pretending she was reading the email her mother had sent about the first communion of her cousin Guillermoâs daughter in Spain this summer. But she wasnât.
Why was Kingsley here?
Her door opened without a knock and she glanced up to see broad shoulders filling the doorway. She caught her breath. Of course sheâd seen him on television in the past ten yearsâjust occasionallyâbefore she quickly changed the channel. But damn, time had been good to him.