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tighter. “Not hugging.”
    “Mm,” she murmured. “Not
hugging.”
    He looked down at her upturned face, trusting eyes
searching his own, moist pink lips begging him to kiss them. He
lowered his head. She closed her eyes. He stopped with his lips a
fraction of an inch from meeting hers. He breathed in the scent of
her. She smelled like the beach. It was killing him not to close that
final tiny distance and kiss her. He could feel that she wanted him
to; she was pliant in his arms.
    ***
    Missy opened her eyes. She was clinging to him,
pressing herself against him. Longing for the moment his lips would
come down on hers in the kiss she'd been daydreaming about for
months. But he'd stopped. His deep brown eyes met hers. She was
tempted to close the gap herself. Kiss him and to hell with it. But
it wasn't right. Whatever his story with Olivia might be, Missy had
never, to her knowledge, kissed another woman's man. She wouldn't
start now. Even though the man in question was Dan.
    “See,” he said without pulling back at
all. “Not hugging. Not kissing.”
    His lips were so close to hers, she could feel
them move. “Not kissing,” she agreed. “But I want
to.” She licked her lips and parted them slightly, bringing
them as close as she could without touching. His mouth mirrored hers.
She could feel his warm breath. He brought his hands up to cup her
face. She clung to his shoulders as he moved his mouth down over her
throat. Though his lips never touched her skin his breath fanned her
desire. He moved back up, gently blowing the side of her neck,
sending hot shivers racing down her spine. They were holding each
other so close she could feel his hard-on pressing into her belly.
She wanted him so badly she could no longer remember why they
shouldn't. He framed her face between his hands again. As his lips
came closer, she closed her eyes and held on to him, just to keep
herself upright. It wasn't his lips, but his nose, that met hers. She
opened her eyes and came back to her senses as he rubbed noses with
her.
    “We shouldn't do this should we?” she
asked, hoping he might find it too hard to agree.
    “Not yet, beautiful. But we will, won't we?”
    She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Yes,
honey. We will.”

Chapter Four
    The bar was crowded when they got there. Dan
smiled at her. “Want to stick behind me this time?”
    Missy nodded. He stepped in front of her and she
took hold of the hand he held behind his back. She smiled as she felt
the calluses on his fingertips. All those hours on a keyboard had
left him with the same scars as Scot. She stuck close as he pushed
them a path through the Saturday night crowd. Dan stopped to let a
girl with a tray full of drinks pass in front of him. Missy was
jostled from behind until she was pressed up against his back. He
tightened his grip on her hand and looked back over his shoulder.
    “Are you alright?”
    She squeezed his hand. “I'm good.” She
was quite happy to be pressed up against him like this, especially
his muscular backside. She was tempted to slide her arms around his
waist, but she didn't. Next weekend. She'd be able to do that then.
When he was free. One week waiting was a small price to pay. He moved
forward again. She followed, wishing they'd been held up a little
longer. They found Pete and Holly out on the deck.
    “Hey, guys,” Pete greeted them.
    “Hey,” smiled Missy.
    Holly caught her eye and grinned, shooting a look
at Dan and back then raising an eyebrow. “I'm glad you came. Is
Scot not back?”
    “No, not ’til tomorrow night, by the
looks of it.” She smiled at Dan. “But I understand he's
having a great time.”
    Dan smiled back, but said nothing. He didn't tend
to say much when they were all together.
    “Jack and Em should be back soon,”
said Pete. “They stopped in, but Em wanted to run out to her
Gramps'. Ben's going to try to join us too, and maybe Michael.”
    Missy felt bad. She'd completely forgotten to call
Michael.
    Pete