Marrying the Manhattan Millionaire. Jackie Braun

direction as he got out. There’d been a time when she could read every one of his expressions. She didn’t recognize this one. His smile was tight as he reached for the doors to prevent them from closing.

      “See you back in New York,” he said, which was unlikely. They’d managed to avoid each other for more than a year.

      “Sure,” she nodded. “Maybe I’ll bump into you at the office of one of your clients.”

      “Now, Sam.” He tipped his head to one side and made a tsking noise. “Be good.”

      “Oh, I’m better than good and…” She blinked. The words were a joke, an old and very private one between the pair of them. Her rejoinder usually ended with the sensual promise: “I’ll prove it to you later.”

      Michael’s smoky gaze told her he remembered the joke, too. He leaned forward and for one brief moment she thought he was considering kissing her. A bell chimed then and the doors jolted his elbow in their effort to shut. He released them and stepped back. But the last thing Sam saw before they closed completely was Michael reaching out as if to stop them.