Always Valentine's Day. Kristin Hardy

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       “So I’m a hustler now, is that it?”

      Too caught up in her own fury, Larkin missed the gathering tension. “I don’t know, are you? Kind of funny how things changed. One minute, you’re just some guy flirting. Then you see me with my father, the futures trader, and suddenly you go all continental on me, with the hand kissing and the heavy stares and…” She swallowed, remembering the flare of heat and need, noticing for the first time the palpable tension that hung around him.

      “And?” Christopher bit off, a dangerous flash in his eyes.

      She flushed. “And nothing. If you’re going to try to get alongside my father through me, you’re going to have to do a lot more to convince me than just kiss my hand.”

      “Gladly.” And before she knew what he was about, he’d dragged her to him, lips coming down hot and possessive on hers.