She wasn't his type! The endless string of tall blondes that trooped in and out of Anne's boss's office was clear evidence of that. He'd never come remotely close to making a pass at her - never even looked at her as though she was a desirable woman. Until now... Had there really been a glimmer of desire in those dark eyes of his, or was it only her imagination? And why did he keep harping on the subject of her feelings for an old family friend? If she didn't know better, she'd think he was jealous. But she did know better - didn't she?