“In your dreams.”

“Really? Then why are you always staring at me?”

“I am not always staring at you!”

When he only waited patiently, she blew out a frustrated breath. “Much,” she muttered.

“I’m flattered,” he said.

“Don’t be! I did not kiss you!”

“I could prove it to you, if you’d like.”

4

HE COULD prove it to her.

Oh, Lord.

Katie’s palms were clammy, her heart raced.

The flu, she decided. It was just the flu coming on.

Which didn’t explain why the thought of him “proving it” to her had her nipples hard and achy.

Bryan kept his distance, but she felt the heat of him, the power in his big frame all the same, and she knew if she slid her arms around his neck and pressed close he’d make a rough, appreciative growl-

No. This was most definitely a road she did not want to travel.

Normally she was an easygoing person. Quiet and reserved, maybe even a little mousy, but she was working on that. And yet she wasn’t easygoing now. “How could you prove something that never happened?” she asked with remarkable-and totally false-calm.

“By kissing you again.”

She stared at him, and it wasn’t a loss of words that made speaking difficult, but that she had so much to say and no rationale left in which to say it. “No, you can’t kiss me.”

“Again. You mean I can’t kiss you again.”

“There was never a first time!”

He leaned closer so that she was surrounded by him. “I have six sisters,” he confided in a voice that managed to convey both his affection and love for his family. “That’s six nosy, bossy, demanding and completely wonderful females.”

She did not want to know this about him. She wanted to picture him as wild, uncaring and…well, a jerk.

He felt safer that way.

But nothing about this man was safe. Nothing.

“So trust me on this one,” he continued. “I learned early to never disagree with a woman, but I’m very sorry to say you’re wrong.”

Did he have to stand so close? She could see his eyes weren’t just a little blue, but all the way, ocean-deep, drown-in-me blue. Terrific. Not only did he love his family, but he had amazing eyes.

Not fair.

He also had a scar that ran along the line of his dark brow, probably from doing something crazy.

Realizing she was staring at him, and that he was enjoying that very thing, she turned on her heels and moved toward the storage warehouse. She didn’t need anything, but she felt so flustered, so uncustomarily unnerved, she opened it, flipped on the light and stepped inside.

Okay, think.

She’d kissed Santa Claus, she knew this much for certain. The rest was pure speculation. She knew what she wanted. She wanted Santa to have been Matt. Wanted Matt to have hoarsely whispered her name with longing. Wanted Matt to have been the one to put his hands on her and gently squeeze as if he could never get enough of her.

Nice, dependable, kind Matt. Grown-up Matt. Perfect Matt.

She had no doubt it had been him, none whatsoever.

None.

Mostly none.

This wasn’t good. In fact, this was bad, very bad.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Bryan whispered.

“No.”

“Liar.”

“If you have six sisters, you also know it’s not exactly flattering to call a woman a liar.”

He grinned.

“I bet you’re the baby of the family,” she said without thinking, and his grin widened.

“Oh, I am. Spoiled rotten, too. And you know what else? You’re interested in me. I like that.” He settled even closer and smiled at her. “What else can I tell you?”

“Why you’d want to play footsy with Holly.”

His smile faded. Honestly faded. “Holly is the last person on earth I would play footsy with,” he said. “That woman is dangerous.”

“Men like that.”

“Men like excitement, not danger, not in a woman anyway.”

“Uh-huh,” she said in a tone that could be construed as nothing other than sarcasm.

“Tell me this much,” he said, strangely intent. “Did you see me egging her on? Or did you see me move away from her as quickly as I could?”

She thought about that. “You moved away from her.”

“Like a mouse out of a snake’s path.”

That made her laugh. “You’re hardly a mouse.” But she could concede that maybe what she’d seen in the meeting had been one-sided. There were, however, other issues here. Personal issues. Bryan may be charming when he wanted, but he wasn’t serious. At least not about women. And she was serious. She wanted a serious man.

“Ask me something else,” he encouraged. “Go on, try me.”

“Okay…why did you take that terribly dangerous stunt job yesterday morning?”

“It wasn’t that dangerous.”

“I watched you pull out of that spin with only seconds to spare.” She hadn’t meant to say it, hadn’t meant to sound so worried.

“You watched.”

Oh, yeah, she’d watched. Watched and bitten her nails down to the quick with anxiety she hadn’t wanted to feel. “You fly with wild, reckless abandon.”

“Thank you.”

“That wasn’t a compliment!”

“I’m careful, and highly skilled.”

He was talented, she’d give him that. “I just don’t know why you have to do it like that, as if each second was going to be your last.”

“Katie, I live like that.”

She backed up until she came up against a shelving unit, which she gripped at her sides with fisted hands. “Exactly. You live like that. Which is the reason…which is why-” Horrified, she broke off.

“Why what? Why you can’t admit it was me you kissed?”

How to explain that she had a precise definition of what she wanted in a man and he was the exact opposite? She wanted the three S’s. Security, safety, stability. She didn’t want to be afraid for his life on a daily basis. She didn’t want someone who made her feel as if she were on a perpetual roller coaster.

She hated roller coasters!

As if he could read her mind, his good humor vanished, replaced by an intensity she didn’t know how to handle, and he once again closed the distance between them. Now she could feel the warmth of his breath on her temple as he quietly studied her. “Was it that bad? The kiss?”

She studied her shoes. The ceiling. The wall. Anything other than his serious and oh-so-gorgeous face.

But he didn’t give up.

“Did I kiss like a Saint Bernard?” he asked. “Did I have breath like a whale? What?”

She couldn’t help it, she laughed. “I’m not admitting anything, mind you, but no, not bad breath. Not too much slobber. It was…”

“Yes?”

“A twenty on a scale of one to ten,” she admitted.

He smiled, not a cocky one, but it still made her roll her eyes and look away. Until he caught her chin in his fingers and turned her back to him.

“Why don’t you like me?” he asked softly, and when she opened her mouth to deny this, he gently slid those fingers against her lips.

At his touch, a bewildering tightness invaded her insides. Her eyes widened on his. She saw his jaw tighten, felt his fingers tense, and wondered if he felt the same confusion.

“Truth,” he whispered. “For months and months now you’ve done your damnedest to avoid me. Changing directions in the hallway, sitting far away in staff meetings, dealing with my pilots when you need something, instead of dealing with me. Why, Katie? At least tell me why.”

One last stroke with his fingers and then he lifted them away from her lips, but he didn’t move, so that when she tipped her head up to look at him, her mouth was only inches from his. It shocked her to realize her body was straining closer to him, and once again she flattened herself against the shelving unit. “It’s not that I don’t like you. But we have nothing in common.”

“How do you figure?”

“Well, other than us being day and night? Oil and vinegar-”

“Concrete reasons. No cheating with silly metaphors.”

“Okay, well…I’m plain. And you’re-” Outrageously sexy. “Not plain,” she finished lamely.

“Neither are you.”

“Then you’re too tall.”

He laughed. “Chicken excuse, but I’ll let you have it. What else?”

“I like everything planned out.”

“And I don’t?”

“You’d jump off a cliff on a whim.”

“If I had a good rope, maybe.”

“See? Polar opposites. That’s us.”

“That’s not completely true.” His voice was low, husky, his direct gaze like a caress. “We both love airplanes.”

“How-” How could he have known about her secret passion and love of planes? That she hoarded and devoured every book she could find, every picture, every magazine. That sometimes, late at night, she wandered through the hangars and just looked at the planes that so fascinated and terrified her at the same time?

“I’ve seen you.” He lifted a finger and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. The touch electrified her. “I’ve seen the look of longing and passion on your face as you’ve touched a sleek Lear, seen your yearning. Why don’t you fly, Katie? What keeps you grounded?”

“My father,” she confided before she could stop herself, and this time it was her who covered his mouth. “Don’t. Don’t ask, I don’t want to talk about it.”

His hand came up and circled her wrist. When he spoke, his lips tickled her palm. “We should.”

“No. Look, it’s nothing personal.”

“I think it is.”

“I just…” Lord, it was hard to think. She had her hand on his mouth, his very sexy mouth, and she couldn’t tear her gaze from it, even when it curved with satisfaction. “I’m not much of a risk taker.”

His eyes sparkled at that. “You’re here alone in the warehouse with me, aren’t you? Seems pretty risky to me. Tell me, what drew you to Santa that night? What made you want to kiss him?”