Mr. Ryland was a riddle to unfold, an attractive one at that. The lone candle flickered behind him, outlining powerful shoulders, tempting solidness she wanted to test.	"But an evening of harmless flirtation isn't out of the question."	His gaze fixed on her. "I'd welcome an evening free of complications."	Did he just proposition her?
Gina Conkle, The Lady Meets Her Match
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