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Four years after her divorce, at thirty-three, Kendra had long since stopped looking back. Her ex-husband's enormous settlement had bought her silence about his infidelity and other questionable dealings, leaving her financially secure but deeply skeptical of charm wrapped in expensive suits. Today, she was at an elite antiquities auction for one reason only: to leave with a rare nineteenth-century manuscript. Then she noticed the distinguished gentleman across the aisle; dark hair touched with silver, calm confidence, and the maddening habit of outbidding her by the smallest possible margin. Every new bid sharpened her determination... until she caught his amused smile. Somehow, her fierce desire to win the manuscript quietly became an even stronger desire to capture his attention instead. His final bid claimed the manuscript, and moments after the applause faded, he approached carrying the leather portfolio containing his prize. "I should probably apologize," he said with a warm grin. "I seem to have ruined your afternoon." Kendra folded her arms dramatically. "Ruined? No. Emotionally inconvenienced? Perhaps." "I'll consider that a merciful verdict." She smirked. "You realize during the bidding I was a breath away from naming you my lifelong nemesis." "And here I was hoping for coffee instead." Her eyebrow lifted. "Confident." "I just survived a bidding war with you. Asking for coffee feels considerably less dangerous." She smiled despite herself. "Careful. I may decide the manuscript isn't the only treasure worth pursuing." His eyes met hers with unmistakable interest. "Then perhaps we both may have gained something incredibly valuable."