Sparks Fly

her mouth before she fled the room, ran down his hall, out of his front door, and drove away.

CHAPTER FOUR
    “So we almost kissed in his foyer. Big deal.”
    Angelina’s friend Krista plopped her full coffee cup back into the saucer. “Big deal? You show up at this guy’s house to do a consultation and he almost starts making out with you. That is definitely a big deal.” Krista raised an eyebrow and gave Angelina a knowing look. “You wish he had, don’t you?”
    Angelina shook her head, saying no even as yes galloped across her brain.
    “Liar.”
    Angelina sipped her mint tea, affectionately watching Krista over the rim of her cup. They had been best friends for ten years, two totally different women who complemented each other perfectly.
    “Besides, it doesn’t matter, because I’m not going out with him.”
    Krista clanked her cup down again. “Go out with him? Are you saying he asked you out? I swear, you always leave the good stuff out of your stories.” She frowned. “So, why aren’t you going?
    He’s cute, right?”
    Cute didn’t even begin to cover it, Angelina thought as she said, “Yes, but he’s my client. I don’t date clients.”
    Krista waved her hand in the air as if that reason were completely irrelevant. “What exactly did you say when he asked you out?”
    Angelina grimaced at the memory. “I said no, thank you.”
    And then she’d run.
    Krista rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe it. A hot guy, who I’m assuming probably has a good job and a nice house, asks you out and you act like he just offered you a refill.”
    Angelina defended herself. “It seemed like the right thing to do at the time.” Plus, she’d been freaking out. Big time.
    “I’m not gonna let you off the hook this time. You need someone to tell it to you like it is, whether you want to hear it or not. First rule of romance: When a gorgeous, eligible guy asks you out, the answer is yes, not no, thank you.”
    Angelina opened her mouth to protest.
    “No buts,” Krista said firmly. Still, she softened her tone as she reached out to take Angelina’s hand. “I’m just telling you this because you’re my best friend in the whole world and I want you to be happy.”
    “I know that. It’s just ...” She wished she could read her fortune in the tea leaves in the bottom of her cup. “I know change is good, but remember what a fool I made of myself when I was twenty-one?”
    “Of course I remember. I was mopping up your tears for months. But it’s been years since that jerk used you. If you ask me, you’ve completely forgotten how to have fun, Ang.”
    “I’m too busy to have fun.”
    “Exactly my point, honey. Look at me. I work sixty hours a week on billion-dollar cases, but I know how to have fun.”
    Angelina retorted, “Sleeping around indiscriminately isn’t my idea of fun.”
    “Look, one night of sex is no big deal. And it’ll even fit into your schedule,” Krista added with a grin. “Your hunky client sounds like the perfect guy to break you out of your rut.”
    “No way.”
    “Okay then, how about at least kissing him?”
    Angelina felt herself flush at the thought of kissing Will. “I don’t—”
    Krista cut her off. “Give me one good reason why not.”
    Angelina lowered her voice. “First of all, his ex-wife hired me to get him back.”

    “Oh,” Krista murmured, obviously titillated by the new bit of information.
    “Second, as I said before, I don’t mix business with pleasure.”
    “You never know. It could be fun.”
    “And third, CEOs are not my type.”
    Krista held her hands up in defeat. “Fine. You and your neverending logic have defeated me.
    Just think about it, Ang. You need to have some fun before you dry up completely. Speaking of fun, what are you doing tomorrow afternoon? There’s a shoe sale at Nordstrom that can’t be missed.”
    Glad for the change of subject, Angelina reached into her briefcase for her organizer to check her calendar. She knew she should start using the calendar on her cell phone, but she liked her old-fashioned pen and paper system.
    “Oh no. I left my Day-Timer at Will’s house.”
    “Looks like you’re going to have to go back to his house to get it, huh?” Krista folded her hands under her chin and fluttered her lashes. “Or wait for him to bring it to you,” she added with a naughty undertone.

    * * *
    Will couldn’t concentrate. No matter what he was working on, his mind kept going back to his greatest failure to