"You do what you want," Sandy said. "You're going to anyway. But don't count Reid out just yet. I think he's hot for you."

Lori didn't know what to say. Worse, she could feel herself blushing, which she hated.

Sandy was a great person with a generous personality. She wasn't the type to be cruel on purpose. No doubt she actually thought Reid could be interested in Lori- a fact that made Lori question her intelligence.

But what was worse was the awkward combination of hope and resignation Sandy's faith inspired. Lori wanted Reid to have feelings for her. But as much as she wished that, it was so unlikely as to be impossible to imagine. It was like being sixteen again- but with a level of self-awareness that made her ache.

"I should be going," Lori said. "See you tomorrow."

"Have a great night."

Lori collected her purse and jacket, then walked toward the front of the large house. But as she passed the staircase, she found herself turning and climbing up.

Her first couple of days in Gloria's employ, she'd explored the old mansion. But after getting a basic layout of the place, she'd never gone looking around again. Once Reid had moved in, she'd decided to make the upstairs off-limits.

Even so, she had a good idea of which suite he'd claimed for his own. In the back of the house was a bedroom, living room, bathroom combination with a balcony and a great view of the city.

She walked to the half-open door and knocked.

From the hallway, she couldn't see anything, but seconds later, Reid appeared.

She'd just spent most of the afternoon with him, so seeing him shouldn't have been any big deal. But it was. Her blood raced through her body and she had the amazingly stupid urge to flip her hair over her shoulder. Fortunately, it was safely secured in a tight braid and therefore unavailable for flipping.

"Hey," he said with a slow, easy grin that made her insides shimmy and shake. "I thought you'd gone home."

"I'm going now," she murmured, barely able to form words.

What was it about this man that got to her? Why him? Why now? Sure he was good-looking, but she'd never been into appearance before. So what else? What combination of chemistry and need made her unable to dismiss him?

He stepped back and she followed him into the living room of his suite. The furniture was elegant but comfortable, the colors dark. Like everything else in Gloria's house, it was perfect.

Reid wore jeans and a sweatshirt. Sometime after coming upstairs, he'd kicked off his boots and wore only socks on his feet. He was still substantially taller than her, which made her feel feminine and incapable of rational conversation.

There was an open bottle of beer on the coffee table. She recognized the label as one from a local microbrewery.

"Want one?" he asked.

She shook her head, then changed her mind and said, "Sure. Thanks."

He collected her a beer from a built-in refrigerator disguised as an end table, opened it and handed it to her.

She took the icy bottle, then put down her purse and perched gingerly on the edge of the sofa. He joined her at the opposite end, looking interested and expectant. Right. Because she didn't usually spend her free time up here.

"I'm sorry about before," she said slowly. "About what I said and what we talked about."

He frowned slightly. "Can you be a little more specific? I don't exactly remember what moment you're thinking of."

"Oh. Sure. Before. I was ragging on you about the women you're with and you told me about Jenny. I didn't know there was something like that in your past. I shouldn't have judged you."

He picked up his beer and took a sip, then turned his attention back to her. "You like judging me. It makes you feel superior."

Guilt and embarrassment made her flush. "That is so untrue," she said, lying and proud of it.

"Come on, Lori. You think I'm totally useless."

"Not useless. Just lazy."

"Ouch."

"You don't try because you don't have to. Like with Jenny. Did you really just give up on love because she rejected you or was it a convenient excuse to never fall in love again?"

"Double ouch. You really don't like me, do you?"

She saw a flicker of emotion in his eyes. Had her questions hurt him? She knew he was capable of being wounded, she just didn't think she could do it herself.

"I do like you," she said impulsively. "A lot."

"Really?"

Oh, God. She could feel herself blushing. "What I mean is I think you're a great guy. You just like to hide your assets."

He raised one eyebrow and she blushed again.

"My assets," he said slowly. "Interesting. And they would be…?"

He was baiting her. She wanted to think he was flirting with her, but she wasn't totally sure.

"You're smart, you care about people. You have a heart, you're perceptive. But you conceal all that under a façade of being superficial and useless."

"Playing baseball isn't useless."

"I wasn't talking about your job, I was talking about your attitude. You act as if none of this is your fault. Like sleeping with the nurses. You want me to believe it just happened. But it didn't. You made it happen."

She felt a little more comfortable and relaxed slightly. "You don't take responsibility in your relationships. Now I kind of know why."

"I see you're still very comfortable judging me."

"I don't mean what I said in a bad way."

"Of course not." He studied her. "You're angry I didn't try to sleep with you."

It was her worst nightmare come true. For possibly the third time in as many minutes, she felt hot with humiliation, only this experience was about a thousand times worse than the others. She couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, could only try to brace herself for the fact that he was going to tell her exactly how unappealing he found her. He would be kind about it, of course. He would say something polite but the message would be the same. Not her, not ever.

"You didn't ask," he said, staring directly into her eyes. "You went out of your way to make sure I knew you thought I was a bug, which I could have handled. But the not asking?" He shrugged. "That's why."

She felt as if her brain was caught up in a feedback loop. Information swirled around, repeating itself over and over again.

"You slept with Sandy and Kristie because they asked?"

He nodded.

She opened her mouth, then closed it. There had to be more to this, she told herself. "You're saying you only sleep with women who offer?"

"Pretty much. If they come on to me, or show up naked in my room, I'm game."

She couldn't believe it. "So you want a relationship where all you have to do is show up?"

"It's not a relationship," he told her. "It's sex, and yes."

"And women do this? They show up and offer themselves?"

"On a regular basis."

"You have no other standard?"

"No husbands or serious boyfriends." He grinned. "I don't want my ass kicked."

"But if you could take the guy, then married would be okay?"

He shook his head. "That was a joke, Lori."

"I'm not sure it was. I can't believe that's your only benchmark. So any age? Any appearance?"

"I like women. All women. Always have."

But there had to be something else driving this. "You aren't that much of a dog," she said. "You have feelings. You have to want more."

"Why? Because you do?"

They were so not going to talk about her.

"Because you're a real person, not a sexual machine."

He grinned. "I like the idea of being a sexual machine."

Sometimes he was such a guy. "Reid, I'm serious."

"Why? What's the big deal? You want to figure this out and you already know the answer. Don't make it more complicated than it is. Women offer and I say yes. That's it."

She wanted to accuse him of lying, but she had a bad feeling he was telling the truth. "I'm offended by the stupidity of women who walk around offering."

"Why? They're getting what they want."

She had a bad feeling he was right. "And you are, too?" she asked. "Your standard of answering the call of 'come and get it' is met? I can't believe you don't require more of yourself. Based on what you're saying, if I'd walked in here and said 'hey, big guy, want to get some?' we'd be having sex right now?"

She hadn't thought her question through. She'd just been talking. But now the words were out there and she couldn't remember ever being more horrified.

Because the tension in the room had cranked up considerably and Reid was looking at her in a way he never had. She was hyper-aware of him, of his maleness, of how much she wanted him. She'd voiced her greatest desire and by doing so, had opened herself up to her greatest fear.

He was going to reject her.

Oh, sure, he liked her enough to do it nicely, but the result would be the same. He was going to be kind and she was going to be devastated.

"I need to get going," she said as she stood and started to back out of the room. "You're busy and I should get home. This has been great but…"

He stood and grabbed her hand. She tried to tug free of his hold, but he didn't let her. Darkness invaded his eyes, but not in a scary, slasher-movie kind of way. Instead it was as if there was something smoldering in his gaze.

She groaned silently. Smoldering? Was she so far gone she was thinking words like that? What was wrong with her?

Stupid questions, she thought grimly. What was wrong with her was about six foot three, all muscle, charm and with some kind of body chemistry that reduced her to quivering without trying.

"I'm not your type," he said, staring at her, as if trying to figure out what she was thinking.

She opened her mouth, then closed it. What was she supposed to say to that?