She smiled, then tried to say something sexy and flippant only to discover that she couldn’t think of a thing. In her mind the springs on the brass bed had begun to creak, only this time she was lying on it instead of young Elizabeth. She was the one in the lacy slip with the strap falling off her shoulder. She imagined herself watching him as he stood beneath the paddle wheel fan with his shirt unbuttoned.

“Damn.” The curse was soft, hoarsely uttered, not part of the dream but slipping through the lips of the real man.

As he gazed into her eyes, her body felt as if it were shedding years of musty cobwebs to become moist and dewy. The sensation was so strange, she wanted to run from it, but at the same time, she wanted to stay here forever. She was overwhelmed by the temptation to lean forward and touch his lips with her own. And why not? He thought she was a champion man-killer. He didn’t have any way of knowing how out of character such a gesture from her would be. Just this once, why didn’t she take a chance?

“There you are, Phoebe.”

Both their heads snapped around as Ron emerged through a break in the hedges. She took a quick, unsteady breath.

Since Ron had been rehired, he and Dan had kept their distance, and so far there had been no explosions. She hoped that wasn’t about to change.

Ron nodded at Dan, then spoke to Phoebe. “I’m going to head home soon. The cleanup will be taken care of.”

Dan glanced at his watch and stood. “I’ve got to go, too. Did Paul show up with those films for me yet?”

“I haven’t seen him.”

“Damn. He’s got videotape I wanted to take a look at before I went to bed.”

Ron smiled at Phoebe. “Dan’s notorious for surviving on four hours of sleep a night. He’s a real workhorse.”

Phoebe’s encounter with Dan had shaken her because she felt as if she’d exposed too much of herself. Standing, she ran her fingers through her hair. “It’s nice to know I’m getting my money’s worth.”

“Do you want me to have him bring the tape over to your house as soon as he gets here?” Ron asked.

“No. Don’t bother. But tell him to have it on my desk by seven tomorrow morning. I want to take a look at it before I meet with my staff.” He turned to Phoebe. “I need to make a call. Is there a phone inside I can use?”