Have you missed me?" he asked.
"What do you think?" she evaded smoothly-but not smoothly enough, because he chuckled.
"Good.How much?"
"Is your ego in need of bolstering today?" she countered lightly.
"Yep."
"Really,why?"
"Because I got shot down by a beautiful twenty-three-year-old, and I can't seem to get her out of my mind."
"That's too bad," Lauren said, trying unsuccessfully to hide the joy in her voice.
"Isn't it," he mocked. "She's like a thorn in my side,a blister on my heel. She has the eyes of an angel, a body that drugs my mind, the vocabulary of an English professor and a tongue like a scalpel."
"Thanks,I think."
His hands glided up her arms, then curved around her shoulders, tightening as he drew her to within a few inches of his chest. "And," he added. "I like her.

Autor: Judith McNaught