Flying High. Barbara Dunlop

      “What?”

      “What is it you think I’m doing here?”

      He raked a hand through his shaggy hair. “Trying to get Allan Baldwin to marry you.”

      Erin let her chin drop down to her chest. She covered her eyes with her palm and shook her head. “Oh, boy.”

      “What?” Striker sounded puzzled.

      She peeked up at him. “I’m trying to get Allan to sell me diamonds, not give me diamonds.”

      Striker’s brow creased. “Sell them to you how?”

      An astounded smile tried to force its way from between her lips. “I’m a wholesale buyer for Elle Jewelers. You may have heard that Allan Baldwin owns a diamond mine.”

      Striker blinked once. “You’re a diamond buyer?”

      She nodded.

      He blinked again. “Oh, well…In that case…I guess my estimation of your character just went up a notch.”

      “Why, thank you.”

      “Don’t mention it.”

      “So, what exactly is one notch up from a hooker?”