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 ...