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Fifteen minutes later, her hair was dry and she was dressed. She headed for the kitchen and that healing first cup of coffee. As she reached for the coffeepot, Cassie flipped on the small television. They usually watched one of the morning shows while they ate breakfast.

Chloe had the pot in one hand and a mug in the other. Then a familiar voice filled the room and she froze.

“The gem exhibit is an exciting find,”
he
said. “But I can’t take full credit for bringing it to the university. It takes a very large committee to pull this kind of thing together.”

Goose bumps puckered up and down her arms. She set the coffeepot back on its burner so she wouldn’t drop it, and put the mug on the counter. Then, very slowly, she turned to face the television.

The camera focused on the perky hostess of the local morning show. Then the picture on the screen panned right. A man came into view. A handsome man. A man who, until sometime last night, she’d never seen before. But she knew him. She knew every inch of his body. She’d touched and tasted him, she knew his scent so well, she could have found him in the dark.

“Why do you think you’re always the one to make the great discoveries?” the woman asked.

The man smiled. Chloe felt her heart shudder in her chest, and she began to tingle all over. She might not want to remember, but her body wouldn’t let her forget.

The man smiled. “Just lucky, I guess.”

The hostess practically sighed. “Unfortunately we’re out of time. Just to remind our viewers, Arizona Smith will be lecturing at the university on his fabulous gem find. There are still tickets available, but they’re going fast. The gems themselves will be on display throughout the month. Mr. Smith, it’s been my pleasure having you here this morning.”

Chloe’s mouth twisted. The woman was practically cooing. So much for professionalism, she thought, refusing to acknowledge the white heat inside of her that some might call jealousy.

So her mystery man had a name. Arizona Smith. Which meant he was real. She thought about the nightgown, the Bradley family legend, the dream. Oh, Lord, it couldn’t be true. He was
not
her destiny. He couldn’t be. She didn’t want a destiny like that. She avoided relationships.

It doesn’t matter,
she told herself fiercely.
The man is in town for maybe a week. It’s not as if I’ll ever run into him.

“I’ve got to get to work early,” she told Cassie.

“Don’t you want your coffee?”

Chloe was already heading out the door. “I’ll grab some on the way,” she called over her shoulder, and made her escape to freedom.

* * *

A
RIZONA
S
MITH
WAS
everywhere, Chloe thought with dismay as she sipped her coffee at the small diner across the street from her office. His picture had been plastered on three buses and on four different billboards she’d spotted on her way to work. Even now he was staring at her from the bench directly in front of her building—or at least his
picture
was. She couldn’t escape the man.

“Deep breaths,” she told herself. The trick was to keep breathing. And moving. If he couldn’t catch her, she would be safe.

It was too weird. All of it. Maybe she’d seen his picture over the past couple of days and not really noticed. Somehow it had gotten lodged in her brain and only surfaced last night. A perfectly plausible explanation.

If only the sex hadn’t been so good.

“I don’t believe in destiny,” she reminded herself again as she left the diner and made her way to the foyer of her building. The magazine office was on the second floor. She stopped by reception long enough to pick up her messages.

“Jerry wants to see you,” Paula, the receptionist-gofer called. “Something about a special assignment.”

“Great.” That was what she needed. Something challenging to take her mind off her temporary insanity.

She dropped her things at her desk, then headed for her editor’s office.

Bradley Today
was a small but prestigious magazine that came out twice a month. Chloe had gotten a job there when she’d graduated from U.C. Berkeley with a degree in journalism. Eventually she planned to make her way to New York, where the big magazines were published, but for now she was gathering experience and building her clippings.

“You wanted to see me, boss?” she asked as she stepped through the open glass door.

“Yeah, sit.” Jerry waved to the seat opposite his desk.

It was only eight-thirty in the morning, but his long-sleeved shirt was already rumpled and his tie hung crooked. If the clothes hadn’t been different from the ones he’d worn the previous day, Chloe would have sworn he’d slept in them.

“It’s like this,” he said, then stuck one hand into the pile of folders on his desk. He pulled one out, looked at the label, shoved it back and grabbed another. “Nancy’s pregnant.”

Chloe nodded. Nancy was one of their most experienced writers. “She’s been that way for about seven months.”

“Tell me about it. Babies. Who needs ’em? Anyway, she says she’s too far along to be running around for me. She wants to write stuff that lets her stay in the office. Can you believe it?”

His outrage made Chloe smile. “Wow. How insensitive of her.”

“Exactly. Does she give me any warning? No-o-o. She calls me at home last night and drops the bomb. So now I pass it along to you. Good luck, kid.” With that, he tossed her the folder.

When she touched the stiff paper, Chloe felt the same shivery chill she’d experienced the previous night when she’d slipped on the nightgown. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck rose. She knew exactly what she was going to find inside that folder, and there was nothing she could do to change it. It was, she admitted, inevitable.

“He’s in town for about three weeks,” Jerry said. “Follow him around. Shouldn’t be hard. He wants this piece as much as we do. Decent publicity and all that garbage. Get to know the real man. Write me something brilliant and it just might be your ticket out.” Jerry looked at her. “A bigger publisher or maybe even a book deal. Do it right, kid. Breaks like this don’t come along very often. Now get out of here. I’m busy.”

With that Jerry picked up his ringing phone and probably forgot she’d ever been in the room.

Chloe gingerly took the folder and returned to her cubicle. She didn’t want to open it. Maybe if she waited long enough, it would go away. Wishful thinking, she thought, and drew in a deep breath. She flipped back the top cover and saw him. He was standing on the edge of a mountain, leaning against an outcropping of rock. She recognized the clothes, the place and the man. She knew that just around the corner was a cave and in the cave was a fire and a bed of straw.

“I don’t like this,” Chloe whispered. “It’s too strange.”

“I brought it,” Paula said as she walked into the tiny space and dumped a stack of folders onto the spare chair pressed up by Chloe’s desk.

“What is it?”

“Research. All the stuff Nancy had gathered on that Smith guy. She said to call her at home if you want any tips.” Paula’s gaze drifted to the photograph. “Wow, he’s good-looking. Just like that guy in the movies. You know—Indiana Jones. Although he doesn’t really look like Harrison Ford. He’s taller. Still, I wouldn’t shoo him away if he turned up in my bed.” She waved her fingers and left.

“Apparently I wouldn’t either,” Chloe said glumly. So much for escaping her destiny. In the space of twelve hours a strange man had invaded her subconscious and now her work. What was she supposed to do?

But Chloe already knew the answer to that. An assignment like the one Jerry had just handed her was one any junior writer would kill for. Talk about a stroke of luck.

Or destiny, a little voice whispered.

“I don’t believe in little voices either,” Chloe muttered, “So I’m going to get to work now.”

She spent the rest of the day reading through Nancy’s notes, clippings from other articles and some information she’d pulled from the Internet. By four-thirty her eyes hurt and she had a major headache. She still didn’t have a strategy for dealing with everything that had happened, but she needed to get one and fast. Her first meeting with Mr. Smith was in the morning at the university. Nancy had already set it up. He was taking her on a private tour of the gem exhibit.

She gathered up all the papers and stuffed them into her briefcase. Maybe she could work better at home.

Forty minutes later she pulled into the driveway of the Victorian mansion that had been in her family for generations. Safe at last, she thought as she climbed out. She walked up the steps and into the foyer.

“It’s me,” she called. Cassie’s car hadn’t been in the garage, but Aunt Charity’s had.

“We’re in the kitchen.”

Chloe made a face. Aunt Charity had spent much of her life traveling the world. She seemed to know someone from every possible corner of the globe, and at one time or another they all liked to visit. Who was it this time? A tribal elder from Africa or some obscure prince from the Middle East? She felt that familiar wave of resentment toward her aunt Charity for not being around when she’d needed her the most. But she filed those unpleasant thoughts away. She just wasn’t up to dwelling on that tonight. And she wasn’t in the mood to play hostess, either.

Still, she straightened her shoulders and forced herself to smile as she crossed the hallway and entered the kitchen. She already had her arm extended so she could shake hands with Charity’s mystery guest.

She came to a complete stop just inside the oversize room. Her jaw dropped. She told herself to close her mouth, but her body wasn’t paying attention.

He was as tall as she remembered. Lean, powerful and too good-looking by far. Not a tribal elder, or even a prince. No, he was much more dangerous. He was Arizona Smith—the man from her dream.

CHAPTER TWO

“A
RIZONA
,
this is one of my nieces. Chloe. She’s the journalist. Chloe, this is Arizona Smith. I think you were watching him on the morning news show earlier today, weren’t you?”

Charity’s question hung in the air, but Chloe didn’t answer. Arizona shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the round table. He was used to fans being tongue-tied in his presence, but Chloe Bradley Wright didn’t look like the rabid fan type. Plus, she was staring at him as if he’d grown a horn in the center of his forehead. He brushed back his hair, casually letting his fingers touch the skin there, just to be sure.

“Hi, Chloe,” he said, and held out his hand. In the past he’d found that polite, social niceties often put people at ease.

Her gaze dropped from his face to his hand. She still looked panicked, but she responded automatically. “Mr. Smith. What a pleasure.” Her attention shifted to her aunt. “You didn’t mention company for dinner. I think there’s a roast, but it’s not defrosted. I could put it in the microwave and—”

“All taken care of,” Charity said, and patted the empty chair next to hers. “Get yourself something to drink and join us. Arizona and I were just catching up on old times. He has some wonderful stories. I’m sure you’ll be interested in them.”

Chloe didn’t respond right away. Her gaze settled back on his. Arizona read concern in her eyes and something that looked like apprehension. He held in a sigh. No doubt Charity had been telling tales out of school again. The older woman loved to brag about his exploits. Okay, he was willing to admit that there had been a time when everything they said about him was true, but that was long ago. These days his life was practically boring. At least when it came to his conquests with women.

Chloe moved to the refrigerator. “Would either of you like anything?”

“I’m fine, dear,” Charity said.

“Me, too.” Arizona motioned to the bottle of beer in front of him.

Chloe gave him a tight smile, then collected a diet soda for herself. She walked back to the table.

Arizona told himself it wasn’t polite to stare, but Ms. Chloe Bradley Wright was very easy on the eyes. Tall, at least five-eight or -nine, slender with big brown eyes and a cascade of reddish-brown curls that tumbled to the middle of her back. She might not have a lot of curves, but she was woman enough to get his blood pumping.

If he had a type, she would be it. Fortunately he didn’t have one, nor was he looking for anyone to keep him company during his brief visit to Bradley.

“I’m trying to convince Arizona to stay with us while he’s here,” Charity said, picking up the conversation where they’d left it when Chloe had arrived home. “I’ve explained there’s plenty of room and he won’t be any trouble at all. What do you think?”

Chloe was staring at him again. Whatever the reason for her attention, he found he liked it. She blinked twice, then looked at her aunt. “What? Oh, sorry. I was—” She took a sip of her soda. “It’s just I’ve been staring at your picture all day. I can’t believe you’re sitting here in my kitchen.”

Her words hung in the room like dust motes floating on a sunny afternoon. The silence lengthened. Chloe sucked in a breath and flushed, as if she’d just realized what she’d said.

“That came out wrong,” she said quickly.

“Not to me it didn’t.” Arizona winked. “The fan club can always use a new member. Did I mention I often take care of initiation myself?”

He was teasing…for the most part. Chloe’s flush deepened. Maybe the little town of Bradley would be more interesting than he’d first thought.

He glanced over and saw Charity’s speculative gaze. Ah, so his friend was thinking about a little matchmaking. He drank his beer, unconcerned by her efforts. He’d dealt with much tougher than her in the past. As they said in Australia—no worries.

Chloe cleared her throat. “Now you’ve seen me at my worst, or close to it. I don’t usually make a habit of putting my foot in my mouth. What I meant was I’m a reporter with
Bradley Today
magazine. The writer who was going to follow you around for the next couple of weeks and write the article won’t be able to do it. Our editor assigned me this morning. I’ve been busy doing research.”

A reporter. Assigned to him. He liked that. “Should be fun.”

“Yes, well, I left a message at your hotel explaining the situation.”

“I’ve been with Charity most of the day,” he said. “I’ll be sure to listen most attentively when I get back to my room.”

“You do that. There’ll be a quiz in the morning.”

She smiled then. A real smile without thought or purpose. Her face lit up, her eyes sparkled and he found himself leaning toward her, already planning what he could do to make her smile again.

Chloe reached for her briefcase and unzipped the leather, unconstructed bag. “I believe we have an appointment at the gem exhibit at nine-thirty in the morning. Does that still work for you?”

In more ways than you know,
he thought, but only said, “Yes.”

“Good.” She made a notation in her date book. “It will take me a couple of days to get up to speed. I have Nancy’s research, of course, but I want to do some of my own. I’ll try not to be a pain with all my questions.”

“My life is an open book,” he said.

Charity coughed. “
Really,
Arizona? Oh, good. I was afraid there were some stories you wouldn’t want me telling, but with your life being so accessible and all…” She turned to her niece. “Later I’ll tell you about the time a tribal elder’s daughter paid him to teach her how to please her husband. It seems that there was a problem with—”

Arizona groaned. “Charity, have you no shame? That is private.”

“I thought you were accessible. I thought you wanted to share yourself with the people.”

“Not that much of myself. There are some things Chloe should learn on her own.”

Chloe raised her eyebrows. “How kind of you to say that, but don’t worry. I’m not interested in any lessons on pleasing the men in my life.”

“They’re all satisfied?”

“Completely.”

In her tailored slacks and linen jacket, she looked professional and confident. He wondered if Charity saw the slight tremor in her niece’s hand as she picked up her can of soda. Chloe was lying through her teeth. Which either meant she wasn’t pleasing her man, or there wasn’t a man to please. He found himself wanting it to be the latter.

Charity chuckled. “I’m sorry, Chloe. I’m giving you completely the wrong idea about Arizona. It’s true that he can be a charmer when he wants to be, but for the most part he’s a decent and kind man.”

Arizona winced. “I thought you were my friend.”

“I am.”

“You’re talking about me as if I were the family dog.”

Chloe leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table. “So you don’t want to be thought of as decent and kind? Secretly you long to be—” She pressed her lips together.

Indecent. His brain filled in the word and he shifted in his chair. What was going on between himself and Chloe? This didn’t make sense. The banter was fine—he enjoyed people who were fun and funny. But the sexual innuendo wasn’t his style. Too obvious. Was it the lack of female companionship in his life, or was it something else? Something about Chloe specifically?

Before he could analyze the situation, the front door opened and a female voice called out a greeting.

“That’s Cassie,” Charity said, rising to her feet. “My other niece. She’s the baby of the family.”

“That’s hardly fair,” Chloe protested. “She’s younger by all of six months. You make her sound like she’s still a teenager.”

“Or that you’re an old woman,” Charity teased.

“Thanks.”

A young woman entered the kitchen. Her gaze settled on Arizona. “I saw you on television this morning,” she said and grinned. Her short dark hair accentuated her large eyes. Where Chloe was tall and slender, Cassie was a good five or six inches shorter, with plenty of curves.

A nice enough young woman, Arizona thought as they were introduced, but not intriguing. Not like her sister.

“So you’re a famous explorer,” Cassie said as she reached for a pitcher of iced tea and poured herself a glass. Heart-shaped earrings glinted at her earlobes.

“That would be me. Larger than life.”

Cassie settled next to him and sighed. “Do women gush when they meet you?”

“Only if they’re incredibly discerning.” He glanced up and caught Chloe’s smile.

“Are you married?” Cassie asked.

“Cassie!” Chloe frowned at her sister. “Don’t be personal.”

“Why not? Well, are you?”

“You proposing?”

Cassie sipped her tea, apparently unruffled by the conversation. “No. I’m involved with someone. But Chloe is single.”

Arizona shot her a glance. So there
wasn’t
a man in her life. Funny how that piece of information was suddenly fascinating.

“Thanks for sharing that particular detail,” Chloe said and rose to her feet. Her aunt stood by an electric frying pan sitting on the counter. “Can I help?” she asked.

“I’m doing fine. I’m cooking Arizona’s favorite for dinner,” she said.

Chloe glanced in the pan, then over at him. “Pot roast?”

“Yup. You’d be amazed how hard that is to find in some places.”

“I’ll bet.”

“There’s chocolate cake and ice cream for dessert,” Charity added. “Both you girls will be staying for dinner.”

It wasn’t a question. The sisters exchanged knowing looks, and Arizona was pleased that he wasn’t the only one Charity bossed around.

“You don’t have to if you have other plans. Although I would very much like the company.” The latter comment he addressed to Chloe.

“Oh, we aren’t busy,” Cassie said. “I’m only seeing Joel and I can call him and cancel.”

“Joel would be your young man?” he asked.

“Uh-huh. We’re engaged to be engaged.” She held out her left hand. A thin gold band encircled her ring finger. The diamond set there was so small it looked like a grain of sand.

“It’s lovely,” he told her.

She beamed.

Cassie started asking him more questions. He answered automatically, most of his attention focused on her sister. Chloe didn’t rejoin them at the table. Instead she moved around the kitchen, doing odds and ends that to his mind looked like busywork. Almost as if she was staying as far away from him as possible. Did he make her nervous?

There was something between them, he thought. Some kind of a connection. He knew there were people who would dismiss a feeling that they’d met someone before. He didn’t. He’d traveled too much and seen too many things he couldn’t explain to overlook the obvious.

When he looked at Chloe there was heat and desire, but there was also something else. An intangible he couldn’t explain but that he wouldn’t ignore, either. He wanted to get to know her better. At least circumstances were conspiring to assist him in his quest. If she was going to be writing about him, she could hardly spend the three weeks he was in town avoiding him.

She turned and opened a drawer. As she choose forks and knives, one fell to the floor. She knelt down to pick it up. The movement prickled at the back of his mind. As if he’d seen her kneel before. But when he probed his mind, the image that appeared to him was of Chloe completely naked, kneeling on a bed of straw.

Not that he was complaining, but where on earth had that thought come from? He swore silently and forced himself to pay attention to Cassie and her list of questions. Thank God he was sitting down and no one could see the obvious and rapid physical response to his vision. Clearly he’d been without a woman for too long. He’d outgrown the appeal of a bed partner in every port, but he was still a man who had needs. At some point in time he was going to have to do something about them.

Cassie stopped her bombardment long enough to get up and fix a salad. Chloe walked over to the table and began setting it.

“Pot roast, vegetables, mashed potatoes and salad,” she said. “Not very exotic fair. Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to run to the gourmet store and grab a bottle of chocolate-covered ants or something. Just so you’ll feel at home?”

Her voice was low and teasing. She stood close enough that he could inhale the scent of her. “I think I can handle this.”

He wasn’t talking about the food, but did she know that?

“If you’re sure,” she said and picked up his empty bottle of beer. “I’ll get you another one.”

Cassie sliced tomatoes into the bowl of lettuce and cut-up vegetables. She grinned at him. “So when was the last time you had three women waiting on you?”

He thought for a second. “It’s been a couple of months. I was staying—”

Small bits of radish hit him in the face.

“Hey!” He looked up and saw Chloe prepared to launch another assault.

“That was an incorrect answer,” she told him. “You should try again.”

He eyed the piece of radish. “Charity, you’re not protecting me from these bloodthirsty nieces of yours.”

“You were just bragging how you can handle things. So you’re on your own.”

“I’m seriously outnumbered.”

Chloe tossed him another piece of radish. This one he caught and popped in his mouth.

“No one here is impressed,” she informed him, her eyes bright with laughter.

The teasing continued throughout the preparation of the meal. Arizona enjoyed watching the three women work together. They moved with an easy grace that told him they did this often. Their banter reminded him that on occasion his chosen life could be very solitary. Sure he loved what he did, but his lifestyle didn’t allow for a home of his own, or many intimate connections. He had lots of acquaintances, but few friends.

He tried to distance himself from the situation, to observe instead of participate, but the trick didn’t work this time. He kept finding himself pulled into the conversation. The sense of family was strong and he was the odd person out. As the three women joined him and began dishing up food, he realized he was the only man at the table. He liked that in a group.

When everything was ready, Cassie plopped herself next to him and smiled. “I have a ton more questions.”