“Why?” she asked softly. “You don’t even like me, Steele. You can barely stand to be in my presence.” He pulled her back close, trapping her in his arms, his gaze boring into hers. “Why do you think that is, Maren? You’re an intelligent woman. You saw the hard-on I had for you earlier. Put two and two together and I bet you’ll find your answer.” “You’re attracted to me,” she whispered.”