“I got the impression that your recruitment efforts on Lawson’s behalf were somewhat halfhearted, to say the least.”
“You’re a tango dancer,” Ellis said. “You were born to be out in the world.” He tightened his hold on her waist. “With me.”
“Remember that day on the terrace outside the café when I had lunch with Ian Jarrow and he tried to talk me into returning to the center?”
“I’m not likely to forget it.” His eyes narrowed faintly. “I was worried as hell that he might try to talk you back into his bed as well as back into your old office.”
“I was never in his bed. That’s what we were discussing when you showed up, in fact. Ian had just informed me that our relationship failed because of me, not because of him. He claimed I made all sorts of excuses to avoid intimacy.” She tilted her head a little to the side, smiling. “He was right.”
Ellis raised his brows. “Not your type?”
“No,” she said. “I knew even then that I was waiting for the man of my dreams.”
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