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      He made the words sound far more suggestive than they should have been. They had her thinking of firelight, him, the floor. She shook her head. That was no place for her mind to wander. She searched for a handhold on the bar to steady herself for when the train launched out of the station. None were available.

      “Brace yourself against me,” Ryan said from behind her.

      “I’ll manage.”

      “Yes, and fall. Maybe hurt yourself or someone else.” He widened his stance and again wrapped his solid arm around her. “Remember I offered a taxi.”

      “I think you’re just using this crowd as an excuse.”

      “Excuse for what? To hold you? Come to think of it, it is working to my favor.”

      “Ryan, don’t tease me. I don’t need this.”

      She tried to pull away but he tightened his embrace fractionally before the beep sounded to notify everyone that the doors were closing.

      “I’m not teasing. Give me a chance to make it up to you.”

      She sure wanted to. Would he treat her just the same again? This time she was afraid she’d have more invested. It could hurt worse.

      They rode in the same intimately close position until they reached her stop. Since when had a ride on a dirty, hot, packed subway car become sexually exciting? Even with a crowd of people around them her world had narrowed down to just Ryan and the effect he had on her body.

      “Isn’t this your stop?” His breath brushed her ear.

      “Uh?”

      “You get off next.”

      “Oh, yeah.”

      “Where has your mind been?” His chuckle was low and suggestive.

      Darn the man. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. The cold damp of the outside was a blast to her hyper-sensitive system. A welcome relief from the heat. It woke her from the blissful Ryan-filled trance and jerked her back to reality. She stepped away from him, putting as much distance between them as she could. Her body had reached overload and she needed to regain her perspective. He didn’t leave her side or touch her as they walked the block to her apartment. She stopped at the foot of the stairs and faced him.

      “Thanks for seeing me home, even if it wasn’t necessary.”

      “My pleasure. I enjoyed it.” He had a wicked look in his eye.

      “I’ll see you next week.”

      “You’re not going to invite me up?”

      “No.”

      “That hurts.”

      “I don’t know what’s going on here. What I do know is that you’re playing at something. After tonight at the bar, all the tongues will wag about us. I need as little emotional upheaval in my life as possible. I have no interest in becoming part of the O’Doherty harem.”

      “The woman speaks her mind. For starters, I don’t have a harem. Nice idea, but I work too many hours to keep a group of women happy. Second, you’ve been doing too much thinking. Why don’t we just try being friends again? I don’t have to take calls tomorrow so how about I show you around New York? Is there any place that you’ve never been but would like to go?”

      “I thought we were friends—”

      He put up his hands as if to warn her off. “Okay, I’ll say it. I’m sorry. I messed up. Tomorrow will be no strings attached. No expectations, just two people enjoying a day off. How about that?”

      She took so long to answer that his uncertainty that she would say yes started to show.

      “Okay, then I’d like to see the Statue of Liberty.” When she’d visited New York as a child her parents had been planning to take her and Alexis out to see it, but instead they’d gotten into a huge fight and that part of the trip had been forgotten. It would be nice to see the statue and share it with someone instead of going by herself.

      “Perfect. I love the old girl. How about we sleep in and I pick you up around eleven?” He made it sound like he was issuing an order in ICU. As if Lucy would dare defy one of his directives. “Wear your fun clothes and something warm. It’s cold on the ferry over to the island this time of year. See you tomorrow.” He turned and raised a hand for the taxi that was passing by.

      Had she just been sucked into the vortex that was Ryan O’Doherty?

      * * *

      Ryan couldn’t remember looking forward to a day off more. At least, not since the time his father had surprised him with tickets to a Yankees game when he’d been a kid. It had been more than he could do to concentrate on his schoolwork that week, with thoughts of going to the big game. Thankfully he didn’t have a week to contemplate spending the day with Lucy.

      He’d asked her to his house. He took his solitude seriously and didn’t share outside his family. He dated—after all he was a red-blooded man and had needs. He’d had his share of women but had never let them get too close. For some reason, Lucy had slipped under that barrier. He wanted her to see his place, wanted to share his home, his special view with her.

      Most of his days off he spent with his sisters and their kids. In fact, they’d been shocked then pleased when he had told them he was taking Lucy out to the statue. There were far more questions than he was willing to answer about Lucy but they accepted for the time being what few he gave. He knew they weren’t done. They worried about him and he didn’t like that.

      Ryan knocked on Lucy’s apartment door right at eleven. There was a scuffle of movement before she opened the door. “I’m not quite ready. I’ll only be a minute.”

      “Mind if I come in?” he asked.

      Lucy paused longer than he would’ve liked to give her answer.

      “I guess.” She opened the door wider and he followed her into the small but neat apartment. The first thing that struck him was the lack of personal items. Even as a bachelor he had family pictures around his home. It was very telling. There was nothing there to indicate she had any family that she cared about, and he knew differently.

      She wore jeans that fit her slim figure perfectly, not leaving a single curve untouched. Lean and fit, she looked lovely. He wished the bulky cream-colored sweater didn’t hide her luscious breasts. He had told her to dress warmly so he only had himself to blame. She’d pulled her hair up and through the back of a baseball hat and braided it. She looked like a woman-child instead of the competent, mature woman he knew her to be.

      After slipping her arms in to a pea jacket and looping a bright pink scarf around her neck that hung below the hem of the coat, she said, “I’m ready.”

      “Great. I think we’ve got a perfect day to visit. The sun’s shining and the wind isn’t up too high. We need to hustle to make the ferry. I managed to get us tickets СКАЧАТЬ