Perfect for You

reputation precedes me."
    Anna came to stand next to them, staring pointedly at his hands, which still held her arms. "I'm thinking that maybe the rumors weren't quite as accurate as I was led to believe."
    Scowling, Freya peeled his hands off her one by one. "I thought you had a date."
    "I do, but this is much more fascinating." She held her hand out. "We haven't officially met, though I've seen you when I've come to raid Freya's fridge. Anna Godwin, the incorrigible sister."
    He grinned and shook her hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Anna. Greg Cavanaugh, but you can call me Shrek."
    Laughing, she knocked Freya's arm. "He's funny. Are you sure you don't want to go out with him? It'd be so much easier than going through with an ad."
    He gave her a questioning look. "An ad?"
    "Freya's looking for the perfect god to show her the stars." She reached out, yanked the notepad out of the robe pocket, and handed it to him.
    Scowling at her sister, she turned to Cavanaugh and held her hand out. "That's mine. Give it back."
    He ignored her and flipped a few pages.
    "Stop." She mentally groaned as she remembered the drawings she'd done. "That's private."
    "I can see that." Cavanaugh turned it sideways. "I'm fond of this position too."
    Oh God. She tried to grab it out of his hand but he lifted it so she only succeeded in pressing herself against his body. She froze, stunned by the strong heartbeat under her palms and the heat of his body. Her whole body flushed, and for a second she considered staying there because it felt safe and warm and like the answer to all her problems.
    Confused, she searched his face for all the things she found unattractive about him. He was a lawyer. A destroyer of families.
    All she saw was his intelligent gaze studying her like he wanted to know everything about her.
    "Interesting," Anna drawled next to her.
    Her sister's voice dragged her back to reality. She stepped back, wary. "Give it back," she repeated, wishing she sounded more commanding and less like she wanted to jump his bones.
    "Not yet." His eyes held hers for a moment longer before giving the pad his attention. He studied the drawings before turning the page. "You're a talented artist."
    "She was planning on going to art school before our parents died," Anna volunteered.
    She elbowed the brat.
    " Soar with me through clouds, frolic under the stars, hand me the moon for my own, " he recited. He looked at her, his eyebrow arched.
    "She's going to get a lot of takers with that ad, don't you think?" Anna cheerfully rocked on her heels.
    Something tightened in his expression. "I wouldn't doubt it."
    She grabbed the notepad and hugged it to her chest. "What I do is none of your business. Either of you."
    "True, but I do find it curious." He stared at her like she was candy. "Someone as stunning as you shouldn't have to resort to a personal ad."
    "The point isn't how I look." She tightened the sash on her robe, conscious of the way his gaze lingered on the open neckline of her robe. It wasn't like there was much there to interest someone who liked watermelon-sized boobs, if his girlfriend was any indication. "Aren't you a little overdressed for the McDonald's Play Park?"
    His smile dimmed in confusion. "McDonald's Play Park?"
    "Yeah. Isn't that the only place open this late in the evening to take the child you date?"
    Interest lit his eyes. Crossing his arms, he studied her. "Have you been keeping track?"
    "She's hard to miss. Her rattle makes so much noise as she crawls up the steps to your flat."
    He leaned closer. "You know, if I didn't know better I'd swear you're taking a personal interest in my social life."
    She glared at him, wanting to step back but not wanting to show weakness.
    "Just say the word and I'll help satisfy your curiosity." He tucked a curl behind her ear.
    "Not even in your dreams." She pushed his hand aside, wishing she'd sounded more witty and less third grade.
    "I'm more interested in your dreams."
    She found herself drowning in his sea-blue gaze, believing he meant it.
    But then she remembered how good her father's lawyer had been at looking them in the eyes and telling them lies. The way he'd lulled her family into a false sense of security—right before he took everything they had left.
    She knew the danger of believing a lawyer's slick words, and she wouldn't make the same mistake her father had. Not even if the lawyer was hot. "Find something else to interest yourself. Take up needlepoint."
    He grinned at her, an