Too Close To Call. Barbara Dunlop

opened, and he glanced up, hoping it was Bonnie.

      It wasn’t.

      A drop-dead gorgeous, nattily dressed, perfectly made-up woman strolled through the doorway and snapped the door shut behind her, pausing to lean against it. “Well, well, well,” she drawled. “The prodigal returns.”

      Jordan pushed back in his chair and watched the woman saunter across the large office. “Ashley Baines. In the flesh.”

      Jeffrey had mentioned her several times.

      And Rob had mentioned her too, while pointing out her picture in the company’s annual report.

      Evidently, the “iron maiden” was Jeffrey’s competition for this promotion. Both men had spoken of her with a mixture of awe and fear.

      Jordan didn’t think she looked all that scary as she folded herself into one of the guest chairs. She arched a perfect brow over glowing blue eyes and gave him a quick, dispassionate once-over.

      Scary, no.

      Challenging, definitely.

      Her crisp, burgundy jacket and the narrow, matching skirt told him she meant business. But her blond braid was like a flash of sunshine in the dark, ostentatious office, and her trim body was the stuff of Jordan’s favorite fantasies.

      “When did you hit town?” She crossed one leg over the other, showing off tanned, toned calves that held Jordan’s attention a little too long.

      Maybe that was what scared Jeffrey and Rob so bad. The woman was sexy enough to be lethal.

      Good thing Jordan was brave. Good thing he’d taken self-defense training. In fact, he’d be prepared to wrestle her on the carpet if push came to shove.

      He’d be prepared to wrestle her at length.

      Naked, if necessary.

      He dragged his gaze back to her face. “Got in last night,” he answered her question.

      She zeroed in on the pile of presentations sitting on the wide desk in front of them. Her eyebrows twitched with interest.

      He reached out and flipped the papers facedown.

      “Scared?” she asked.

      He cocked his head to one side. “Of you?”

      She laughed at the tone of incredulity, and the sound trickled through him like clear stream water. That laugh sure didn’t mesh with the personality Jeffrey had described.

      “Of my series,” she said.

      “We’re ready to give you a run for your money.” He patted the pile of upside-down papers, considering the merits of locking them in one of the desk drawers until the meeting. Who knew how far she’d go if she happened to stroll into his office and find it empty?

      “Can’t wait to see it,” she said. “But I came to tell you that if you have any tweaking to do, you’ve caught a break.”

      “A break?” he asked.

      “The meeting’s been put off until Friday.”

      Jordan rocked forward in his chair. Friday? He didn’t have until Friday. He’d signed up for one day in L.A., not five days in L.A. “How the hell did that happen?”

      “Stroke of a pen by the chairman of the board’s secretary.” She looked smug, and a little self-satisfied. She’d obviously been pivotal in postponing the meeting. But, why? What did she have to gain?

      She couldn’t know his secret already. Could she?

      He gazed into her clear blue eyes for signs that he was caught.

      She stared back, poker-faced, not giving a thing away.

      Jordan had never been any good at mind games. He much preferred the straight-ahead approach. Like a wrestling match on the floor of the office—winner got the promotion.

      He wondered if she’d go for it.

      “Friday at ten,” said Ashley.

      “I have an appointment on Friday.” In Alpine, Alaska. Running his company. Wally had only convinced him to do this much because he was the closest thing Jordan had to family.

      “So, cancel,” she said.

      “It’s not that simple.”

      The storm was forecast to last most of the week, so there was no hope of Jeffrey making it back to save the day.

      Forget the possibility that Jordan would be caught before Friday, his employees back home were depending on him. The airline wasn’t going to run itself.

      She smirked, and shrugged her slim shoulders. “Then don’t show. I don’t mind.”

      Then she nodded at the stack of papers, leaning slightly forward in her chair. “I hear yours is set in Alaska.”

      “Arctic Luck,” said Jordan, then immediately wondered if he’d made a mistake. Jeffrey had distinctly told him not to share any information with Ashley.

      “What’s the title?” she asked.

      “What’s yours?” he returned, not about to get caught out a second time.

      She smiled, revealing straight, white teeth and giving those blue eyes a luminescent glow. A shiver of attraction shot to life inside him. He quickly quelled it. That was the last thing he needed.

      “Kissed In California,” she replied.

      His gaze subconsciously shifted to her full lips. But he quickly blinked his way back to her eyes. Bottomless. Amazingly beautiful.

      His brain might know she was off limits, but his libido appreciated what his libido appreciated. There wasn’t a whole hell of a lot he could do about it.

      “Cute title,” he said into the silence.

      “It’s a cute concept.”

      “Going to tell me about it?” he asked.

      “Not on your life.”

      “Spoilsport.”

      “You expect me to make this easy for you?”

      “Definitely not.”

      “Good.” She paused. “I’d hate for you to be disappointed.”

      It was his turn to grin. “I’m not so far.”

      Her eyes narrowed. “What does that mean?”

      “It means I can’t wait to see what your medical series is all about.”

      “Detective series,” she corrected.

      Jordan’s grin widened.

      “Don’t get all smug on me. I gave you that one.”

      And she had. He had no doubt.

      This was a woman completely in control, completely sure about what she wanted, where she was going and what she was doing.

      Jeffrey had her all wrong. She wasn’t dangerous. She was intriguing. Sharp and prickly, but definitely intriguing.

      “Stop that,” she said, eyeing him suspiciously.

      “Stop what?”

      “Does the bedroom eyes thing actually work in New York?”

      “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

      A challenge glittered in the depths of her irises. “Don’t mess with me.”

      That challenge called to him. It made him envy Jeffrey for getting to work with her all the time. Okay, so Jeffrey got to work against her all the time. But it was probably still stimulating as all get out.

      She sighed in exasperation and threw up her hands. “What now?”

      “You’re