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    “Not this time,” she said.
    “Especially this time,” he returned. His eyes searched hers in the silence of the car and for a moment the world disappeared into their brown, shadowy depths.
    She felt a sensation like fingers drifting across her bare skin as she stared back at him. Time seemed to freeze while she fought against an attraction she’d never known before. He was nothing like the picture her mind had formed of him. He was a renegade, an outlaw, a pirate who only lacked a patch over one eye. He was the biggest threat she’d ever faced, and part of her wanted to get out of the car and run. But another part, a nagging part, was intrigued by the budding of a slow, soft curiosity about him.
    His finger reached out and touched, lightly, the softness of her bow-shaped mouth; a touch like a whisper, incredibly sensuous, as it eased just slightly between her lips and found the pearly whiteness of her teeth.
    She drew back from him with a strange little gasp.
    His wide, sensuous mouth curved mockingly. “Tell me you’re coming to Panama City, Margie,” he murmured as the younger couple approached the car. “Or I’ll forbid Andy to bring your sister.”
    “You would!” she accused.
    “Damned straight. Yes or no? Now!”
    “Yes,” she groaned. She looked away.
    Andy opened the door and he and Jan climbed into the back seat, both of them smiling and on top of the world.
    “Where to now, big brother?” Andy laughed.
    “Home,” Cannon said, starting the car.
    He let the Lincoln ease to a stop in front of Margie and Jan’s house minutes later and cut the ignition. When they reached the door he turned to Margie, while Andy and Jan said a slow, sweet good night a few feet away.
    “I’ll pick you both up at six on Friday morning,” he said quietly.
    “If you’d just give me the flight number and the airline…” she faltered, hating her own fear of him.
    “Flight number?” He smiled coolly. “I have my own jet, honey. I’m going to fly us down.”
    She knew that she was pale; she could feel the blood draining from her face. “I’d rather not….”
    “I’ve been flying for twenty years, Margie,” he said with a tender note under the impatience. “I promise you I’m no daredevil when other lives depend on my actions.” He studied her narrowly. “You haven’t flown in a small aircraft since the crash that killed your husband?”
    She studied his black tie. “No.”
    “I’ll take care of you,” he said in a strange, soft tone that brought her eyes up to his involuntarily.
    She was caught in that deep brown web again and a dark sweetness filled her.
    “Come with me,” he murmured softly.
    She tried to speak, but her breath caught. He was hypnotizing her, he was…
    “I don’t have a choice…do I?” she whispered unsteadily.
    “No,” he murmured absently. His eyes dropped to her soft, parted lips. “I haven’t wanted a woman’s mouth so much since my souped-up Chevy days,” he said so that only she could hear him.
    “That I wouldn’t believe on a bet,” she said, trying to make light of it when her pulse was jumping like a frightened rabbit.
    “Wouldn’t you?” He moved a step closer and her eyes dilated wildly. She’d already had a taste of his strength and it scared her. She didn’t want to find out if that sensuous, faintly cruel mouth was as expert as it looked.
    “You’d hurt…” she said without thinking. She couldn’t think.
    His eyes flashed down at hers and there was a matching wildness in them. “God, yes, I would,” he muttered under his breath. “And you’d fight me like a wildcat, wouldn’t you?”
    She nodded slowly, unable to break the silver thread that bound them together. “Tooth and nail.”
    “For the first few minutes,” he amended, letting his eyes drop slowly, boldly, over her body before they slid back up to meet her own. “After that…”
    She cleared her throat. “I have an appointment Friday….”
    “Break it,” he said