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AS BENNETT WATCHED Ivy cut through the crowd directly toward him, he felt the familiar tightening in his gut that he experienced every time he saw her now. How his least favorite client had become a woman he couldn’t get out of his mind was beyond him.
Ivy wore a long, black dress with a splash of flowers across it. The slit up to her knees caught his attention, and he couldn’t help himself. Nice legs.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded. Her green eyes flashed at him.
“Flint invited me. I tried to tell you this afternoon.”
“You’re a mayor. You have some nerve showing up here with—” She paused and leaned toward him. In a hoarse whisper, she added, “A woman half your age.”
Bennett nearly burst out laughing, but Ivy was serious. He bit back his laughter. That response wouldn’t h
