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his masculine scent. ―You
    don‘t even know where I live.‖
    His hands rubbed her back. ―You weren‘t very forthcoming with per-
    sonal information.‖
    She shrugged. ―I‘m a private person.‖
    I know that. Private and not very trusting. ―Can I see you again?‖
    Kacy leaned back to meet his gaze. ―Where do you live?‖
    He stared deeply into her eyes. ―I have a small apartment in Virgin-
    ia.‖
    ―Where in Virginia? It is kind of a big state.‖
    ―Near Norfolk.‖
    Kacy closed her eyes briefly as if to control the swarming emotions
    he saw in them. ―Do you know a little restaurant in Virginia Beach named
    The Fisher King ?‖
    Ernst shook his head. ―No, but I can find out where it is. Why?‖
    ―Two weeks from now, I‘ll be outside that restaurant. If you want to
    see me again, be there.‖ Her eyes opened again and he saw more of those
    conflicting emotions swirling in them.
    ―The only reason I won‘t be there is if we are sent away on a mis-
    sion.‖ His gaze begged for understanding.
    ―Sure,‖ she said doubtfully. ―I‘ll be there at seven. It‘s a casual place
    so jeans are fine.‖
    ―Why don‘t you believe that I want so much more from you than a
    one-night stand?‖ Ernst asked as one hand cupped her cheek.
    ―I have to go.‖ Kacy said.
    A sad smile crossed his face. Then it turned mischievous. ―You do
    realize it is going to have to be one hell of a kiss to last me two weeks that
    you give me, don‘t you?‖
    ―So you saying that I am going to have to do better?‖ Kacy arched an
    eyebrow.
    ―I‘m saying kiss me so it will linger on my lips for the next two
    weeks.‖ His other hand moved up to rest on her other cheek.
    ―I might need a few practice runs before I am ready for that final
    one,‖ she teased as her arms slid up and around his neck to lace her fingers
    behind his head.
    ―Quite a few.‖
    ―Definitely,‖ Kacy agreed. ―So, I should begin.‖ Her hands tugged
    his mouth down onto hers.

    C H A P T E R F I V E
    Virginia Beach, Virginia
    ―That ought to do it, Mr. Stevens.‖ Kacy slammed the rear door shut
    on her Volkswagen van and walked back toward the older gentleman who
    had paged her. ―You can‘t have that much stuff hooked up to that one outlet.
    The breaker will keep tripping like it did. But normally, the breaker would be
    able to be reset; you had a bad one. If you need that much stuff there, get a
    power strip.‖
    ―Thanks so much, Kacy,‖ the graveled tone said as the man shook
    her hand. ―I know you have a bunch of more important things to do than
    save my bacon time and time again.‖
    ―Well,‖ she said with a wink at his wife who had joined them on the
    step. ―Keep this up and your wife may begin to get suspicious.‖ Both of them
    laughed. ―Oh, well, just my luck, all the good ones are taken.‖ Her cell phone
    began to ring and so she said, ―I have to get going. Take care y‘all and I will
    talk to you soon.‖ She grabbed her phone, walked to her vehicle, got in and
    said, ―KT Electric.‖
    A huge grin crossed her face as she recognized the voice on the other
    end of the line. ―Hey, Ilanderae, how are you doing?‖ Ilanderae Nycks was
    one of the few people she considered a close friend.
    ―I just got the skirt and had to call and thank you. How do you al-
    ways manage to find the cutest little things?‖ Her friend‘s rich voice was
    easily heard across the line.
    ―Little being the operative word. A frickin‘ size two. You are so small
    it makes me sick,‖ Kacy teased. She knew Ilanderae didn‘t need clothes given
    to her since she was a fashion designer, but Kacy still loved to give her
    something from time to time.
    ―But you have all those wonderful curves. How are you doing? How
    was Hawaii? What‘d we do? Hell, who‘d we do?‖ Ilanderae asked.
    There was one I wanted to “do.” Kacy‘s body flushed hot at the memo-
    ries of Ernst. ―I had a really nice time.‖
    ―You know I am rolling my eyes