Jennifer slept wonderfully. Or, well, she actually slept terribly. She slept through the night but the entirety of it was filled with dreams of Jonathan Hart. She woke up rested and thoroughly confused.

She hadn't had dreams like that about a man in a very long time. After all, it wasn't as though Jennifer were some simpering schoolgirl with her first crush. She was over thirty and very experienced with men. Very experienced. Proudly so. When it came to romance, she knew what she wanted and how to get it and how to keep from getting trapped. At least, she used to be. There was a bit of a hiccup with that, but it was all sorted.

Maybe that was the trouble. Other than a dinner date here and there, Jennifer hadn't actually been with anyone since the unpleasantness. Jonathan was certainly the first man she'd really liked in a very long time.

But she hadn't even slept with him! He hadn't even kissed her! And yet her mind was filled with visions of him kissing her lips and her neck and down her body. She practically buzzed at the ghostly memories of the Jonathan of her dreams touching her and surrounding her and…

Jennifer shook herself. She couldn't keep thinking like that if she was going to sort everything out today. She was going to get her story, and she was going to go shopping with Jonathan Hart, and tonight, when they went out on the town again, she'd reveal the truth. Her name was not Louise Tobin, it was Jennifer Edwards. Hopefully by then he'd like her enough to go along with it. Hopefully he'd know that other than her name, she was entirely herself. The woman he'd spent the evening with was her, regardless of what he called her.

She took care in doing her hair and makeup and getting dressed today. Of course it was a chilly London morning so she wore another high-necked blouse. She'd have liked to show herself off a little more for him, but then she'd have to wear a scarf and the extra bulk would have been even less flattering. Maybe she could find something fabulous when they went shopping today, something to really let him know what he was in for if he managed to take her to bed and not pass out.

Upon looking in the mirror, Jennifer was pleased with how she looked. She usually was, but obviously today was a little more special. With a satisfied smile, she grabbed her purse and headed out of her apartment. She lucked out with a cab coming by just as she walked out of the building. She gave the address for her favorite bakery.

Then, box of English muffins in hand, she got another cab and headed over to the Ritz to see Jonathan. She assumed he'd be awake by now and hopefully acclimated to the correct time zone. They had a fun day ahead, and she was looking forward to it.

And somewhere in between, she'd find a way to talk to some people at Kingsford Motors. She didn't want Brooks to be cross with her for being distracted by a handsome face when she was supposed to be getting a story.

Jennifer knocked on the door to the penthouse suite, smiling and giddy to see Jonathan. She was probably being pathetic, but she wasn't going to worry about that just now.

The door was flung open and Jonathan was there, angrily saying, "I'm telling you, I'm gonna murder her!" He turned to see her and offhandedly said, "Morning, Louise." He then turned away from her again. "Get the newspaper on the phone!"

All the giddiness evaporated from her. He was upset. Seething mad, really, and she wasn't eager to see that.

Someone inside said something to Jonathan and he finally turned to her with a heavy sigh and a beautiful smile. Jennifer just stood there, slightly stunned, holding a bakery box. "Good morning," she said softly, giving a smile to match his. "English muffins?" she offered.

His face fell slightly. "How'd you find them?"

Jennifer's brow furrowed slightly as she reminded him about what she'd told him last night and how they'd laughed about it. He didn't seem to remember a thing. Oh dear.

"How 'bout last night?" he said, grinning again.

"Yes," she replied, unsure what he was getting at. He…he really didn't remember! Or maybe he made assumptions because he didn't remember.

He let her in and closed the door behind her, and they stood there, the both of them laughing slightly awkwardly. "Thanks for the rose," he eventually said.

"Oh, it was my pleasure. We did have a lovely evening." And she would leave it at that. It was the truth, after all. The evening was lovely. Less lovely than it perhaps could have been, but lovely all the same. She wouldn't have been having all those dreams if it weren't so lovely.

"We did."

"Yes."

"Oh, I'm so pleased."

"You are?"

"Yes."

Jennifer would let him go on thinking whatever he was thinking. She had an idea, but she wasn't going to try to get him to clarify, and she wasn't going to disabuse him of the notion. Not just yet, anyway. She just wanted to have a nice day with him. Tonight, she'd reveal everything. And the chips would fall however they were going to fall.

But while he had a smile on his face now, he'd certainly not had one when he first opened the door. And while she didn't relish reminding him of whatever had upset him, she didn't want it to cast a cloud over their day. London had enough clouds as it was.

"Jonathan, is there anything wrong?"

"Wrong?" Jonathan's mind didn't seem to be fully functioning. The ricochet from jetlag exhaustion-induced sleep to confusion over not remembering much of last night to the fury over that damn Jennifer Edwards to the blessed relief of seeing Louise's beautiful face had knocked him for a loop.

"Yes." Her eyes, those magnificent eyes, were looking at him so intently with so much concern.

That made him wonder. Was something wrong? Was he…oh yeah. "Wrong, yeah, there is something wrong." He opened the paper and looked at that hideous headline. "You remember that reporter I was trying to dodge last night? Well, she got wind of my meetings with Kingsford Motors. Look." He handed the paper to her and continued into the sitting room where Max was getting that damn newspaper on the phone.

"What!? That's impossible! I mean, you were so careful! How could this have happened?" Louise cried in outrage. Jonathan certainly agreed with her.

Max hung up the phone, and Jonathan asked, "Well? Any luck?"

"Jennifer Edwards isn't there. And the editor hasn't shown up yet."

"Oh." That was a disappointment, but not the end of the world. But he had Louise here now, and he wanted to focus on her if he could. And of course, that also meant introductions. "Louise Tobin, Max. Max, Louise Tobin."

"Ah, how do you do?" she greeted, her voice and her face as soft and as charming as ever.

And Max softened at her as well. "A pleasure."

Jonathan knew better than anyone what a lady's man Max could be. And, well, the apple didn't fall too far from the tree. Max had taught him everything important about life, including how to treat a lady, how to be kind and charming. Max's opinion on the women Jonathan brought home was more important than anything else. And Jonathan could tell immediately that Max liked Louise. Which was good. Jonathan liked her, too.

Louise turned from smiling sweetly at Max to look at Jonathan with a worried expression. "Uh, Jonathan, I don't know Jennifer Edwards, but I understand she's a very reputable journalist. Maybe there's been some mistake," she suggested.

"A mistake?" Jonathan knew this was no mistake, and he was trying not to get heated about it. Especially not to her. But for the love of… "Well, look, she makes me out to be a greedy interloper. That's not the problem. The problem is that if Sir Richard's board of directors gets frightened, that means that the merger may not be secured. And if that happens, that means that Kingsford Motors may go bankrupt. That is the big problem."

The phone rang, and Max picked it up. Jonathan was glad for the interruption. He could feel the anger start to overtake him again, and that wasn't productive for anybody.

Jonathan told Max to give the message to Sir Richard's secretary that he'd call later.

Louise looked a little forlorn but masked it with a smile. "I guess our shopping trip is off."

"Yeah, I guess it is off, because I've gotta get over to that paper." He took the newspaper back from Louise.

"Oh, listen, I know where that paper is," she told him. "Maybe I can show you a shortcut, if you don't mind the company."

"I'd love to have your company. I'll take a shower and be right back."

He hesitated for a moment. Instinct and reflex told him to lean in and kiss her in appreciation for her sweet offer and for the happiness of getting to be with her. But of course he couldn't do that. He obviously kissed her plenty last night. Must have, if he made love to her, but the trouble was, he didn't actually remember any of that. And even if this wouldn't have been their first kiss, he wanted the first one he could remember to be a good one. Special. The time would come, he was sure.

Jonathan figured he'd deal with this newspaper problem and wring Jennifer Edwards's neck and calm Kingsford Motors and maybe still be able to take Louise out for dinner later.