CHAPTER ONE
MAGGIE JORDAN was walking across Rideau Street
~ in the warmth of the sun on her head and bare
enjoy g - ~. f whistle reached her ears. It was
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long， low and emphatic. Despite the number of other
le who were walking nearby， she knew the whistle
Pevo~，P~A_ t.o. Although she was not arrogant abOUtv~
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ks， she was well aware of the attention tlaey arouseo.
She was tall， spectacularly curvaceous and
attractive; she had rich chestnut hair that swung on her
shoulders， wide-spaced blue eyes fringed by long， dark
lashes and an oval face that had a pleasing symmetry.
When she dressed as she had today in an ivory summer
dress with narrow spaghetti straps and a straight skirt
with a short slit up the side that afforded an observer
the occasional glimpse of a long， shapely leg， she had
known the risk she would run in attracting male
attention.
Maggie glanced over to the roadside where a
construction crew was putting down pilons for a
building， saw that the foreman was grinning insolently
t her and walked over to him. She knew his type; he
a ~ ----~ o He thought he was god s
was large， orawny anu..，，，~- ~
gift to women. By the time she was standing three feet
in front of him， his co-workers were hooting and
whistling.
Hey， Ron， what are you going to say to the lady?
Now you got her， what you gonna do， Ron baby?
Maggie ienored them and stared at Ron baby . She
took off her sunglasses and slowly and very deliberately
ran her eyes down him， from the top of his yellow hard
} hat， over the bulging muscles under the orange vest，
i . past thighs encased in tight denim， right to the tip of his
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