Chapter 15

Now it was Sara's turn to look wary as she heard the finality in his tone. A warning, perhaps, that Simon's lazy good humor was merely a front, an illusion. As if she needed any warning!

"Why are you even continuing to bother pursuing me when there are dozens of women in New York who would be only too flattered to receive the attentions of Simon Hamilton?"

He smiled ruefully. "Because it doesn’t work that way."

She frowned. "What doesn’t?"

He shrugged those broad shoulders. "I can’t speak for other men, of course, but as far as I’m concerned, desire is exclusive to one woman at a time."

Sara moistened lips that had become suddenly dry. "That isn’t what I’ve heard…" she said, at least judging by what she'd read about him since they met.

Simon scowled. "Just who the hell have you been listening to, Sara?" he prompted impatiently.

Her gaze avoided meeting that piercing green one. "It’s public knowledge—"

"It’s malicious gossip—accomp