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      “If I was home, I could take care of that myself.”

      He had no doubt Kayla could do exactly that. You didn’t become a world-class designer of security software without being able to circumvent it. “You scare me sometimes.”

      “Nothing scares you.”

      Nothing he was going to admit to. “How easily you get into other people’s computers and phones is going to get you into trouble.”

      “It’s a natural by-product of designing the best security software.” She stretched and yawned, her breasts pressing enticingly against the silk of her pajama top. “I’m going back to bed.”

      “What about breakfast?”

      She shook her head at him, a barely there smile playing at the edge of her lips. “Nothing is stopping you from ordering.”

      “But you are going back to bed. How long will you sleep?”

      “As long as I want, I’m on vacation.”

      “But if we are not at the pier in in an hour, we will miss the harbor cruise.”

      Kayla’s generous lips thinned. “Harbor cruise.”

      “I thought you’d like to see a little of New York while we are here.” She kept harping about being on vacation.

      “Jacob was going to show me the city last night.”

      The unnecessary reminder set Andreas’s teeth on edge. “He wanted to show you his bedroom.”

      “Maybe it had a great view.”

      Andreas stood up, suddenly too restless to sit. “Maybe if you want some good views you should get in the shower and get dressed so we can make the harbor cruise.”

      “I never said I was going with you.”

      “Don’t be stubborn for stubborn’s sake.”

      She frowned. “I was going back to bed.”

      “You can sleep later. Right now, we have sights to see.”

      “No wonder you’re not wearing a suit.”

      He’d put on slacks and a button-down shirt, no tie, no jacket. He was dressed down. For him.

      “You still look like a power broker.”

      “I am a power broker.” And it would do her little actor friend well to remember that.

      Andreas Kostas might not recognize Barnabas Georgas as family, but there was no denying the bastard’s blood ran through his veins, as did his ruthless nature.

      Kayla sighed. “I didn’t plan on staying here in the hotel with you.”

      “Where would you go?” Andreas demanded, not liking the sound of her plans at all.

      Kayla got harebrained ideas in her head and sometimes she stuck with them. It had taken him three years to convince her to move into his condominium building and only after he persuaded the complex to offer her a unit at a significant discount that he secretly subsidized the purchase of. She could never find that out, or she’d move out of spite.

      The woman had an independent streak a mile wide.

      “A hotel without you in it.”

      “Am I really so abhorrent to you?” he asked, hurt in ways no other person would be able to cause.

      Her mouth twisted and she stepped away from the door, toward him, like she couldn’t help herself. “Of course not. It’s just...” She looked up at him, appeal in her big gray eyes. “This is hard for me, Andreas.”

       CHAPTER FIVE

      “ME SELLING THE COMPANY?” Andreas asked.

      “All of it.” Kayla bit her lip, her body taut, her arms wrapped around herself, like she was protecting herself. “I feel like I’m losing you and the company all at once.”

      “You are not losing me.”

      She shook her head, her expression saying he just didn’t get it.

      “Kayla, you persist in seeing family in a way that neither you nor I have ever experienced.” He frowned down at her, stepping closer to her to make his point. “In a way I do not intend to live. My wife will not supplant your place in my life.”

      “My place in your life. As your friend.” She said the word like it left a bad taste in her mouth. Was his friendship something she preferred to leave behind?

      That was not acceptable.

      She belonged to him. Kayla was part of Andreas’s life and she was not leaving it.

      “Yes.”

      The distaste that flitted across her face was barely there, but he’d seen it.

      “Damn it, Kayla, we’ve been friends since college, suddenly that relationship disgusts you?” he demanded.

      “I didn’t say that.” She turned. “I’ll get ready to go.”

      “We’re not done talking.”

      “We are if we’re going to make the harbor cruise.” Her bottom shook in ways that gave him ideas he had no business thinking as she walked toward her en suite.

      Memories assailed him and suddenly he wanted her like he hadn’t allowed himself to in years. His dick pressed against his trousers, the urge to follow Kayla both so strong and so shocking, he almost gave in to it.

      Damn it. It had been a while since he’d noticed Kayla the way he was noticing her now. What the hell was going on with him?

      Whatever it was, he had better get it under control. Kayla had a place in his life and that place was not his bed.

      Damn it. He needed Kayla to stop acting crazy so he could get his libido back under control once and for all.

      * * *

      Kayla wasn’t sure why she’d agreed to go on the harbor cruise with Andreas, except she’d overheard him telling Genevieve to lose Kayla’s number.

      Just like she’d asked. And she’d realized just how important their relationship was to him. He’d left work, he’d left his big plans to find his perfect little wife. He’d left everything to chase Kayla down and when he found her, he’d stayed.

      Was staying until she returned. She really didn’t understand why.

      It was as if Andreas was afraid that if he left without her, she wouldn’t come back, and for some reason that mattered to him. A lot.

      He’d had breakfast delivered when she came out, dressed in her teal skinny trousers, tan-and-white-striped tank and carrying a white knit jacket, which she would put on when they left. The only things in her signature color were her coral brushed leather flats and chunky necklace, but the slacks did great things for her thighs and bottom. It didn’t hurt that the tank molded to her breasts just right without looking like she was trying too hard either.

      The outfit would be wasted on Andreas.

      “Do we have time for breakfast?” she asked as she walked into the sitting room.

      Andreas looked up from reading the paper on his tablet. His green gaze flared with something that looked like lust, but that couldn’t be right. “That is what you are wearing?”

      “Yes.”

      “Don’t you think it’s a little...casual?” he finally asked after a significant pause.

      “To play tourist on a harbor cruise?” she asked right back. “No.”

      Andreas