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eyes shrouded by long, thick lashes held her captive and his smile deepened his dimples. She wanted to kiss them.
    Finally she managed to speak. “You're on time."
    "You didn't think I would be?"
    "I thought perhaps the bar might keep you busy."
    "You don't quite believe me yet, do you, Taylor?"
    Heat scalded her cheeks, and determined her guilt. Taylor chose immediate retreat. “I'm ready to go."
    "What? Not going to invite me in?” he teased. Taylor chose not to argue that point and with her jacket and bag in one hand, she flicked the lock on the front door and pulled it closed.
    Feathery fronds of lavender guarded either side of the path and tinged the night air as she walked with Cade towards the car. At the white picket gate, he halted and turned to her with a serious expression plastered on his face as he leant close.
    Hope and expectation fired inside Taylor. Her lips parted, a shivery heat coloring her world. Was Cade going to kiss her?
    "You may have put the ultimate proposal to me, Taylor, but don't fret, I won't rush you. I'm no uncouth youth who can't wait to get going. I can ,” he said with determination.
    Taylor swallowed hard and squashed her disappointment.
    The thing was, could she?
    * * * *
    Cade caught her nervousness as he eased the car into the evening traffic. Funny, he felt the same. Excited. Adrenaline pumping.
    He struggled to find his voice. “Hope you like seafood."
    "Yes.” Her reply was quiet, almost ethereal, and it turned him on without even trying. She looked away.
    Cade changed gears, wound the window down, and then back up again. He glanced over at Taylor. All stiff and rigid, hands folded tightly in her lap. He smiled. “I feel like kid again,” he said finally. “I don't know what to say."
    "Well, if it's any consolation, I'm nervous, too."
    "Yeah, I guess you would be.” The anticipation in finding out more about Taylor Sullivan and why she had waited so long stirred his imagination, and more.
    Dressed in a black dress that skimmed her curves, she reminded him of his cars. Curves he loved to caress.
    "We can start easy,” he said and reached over and took her hand in his. He heard her exhale, accompanied by a tiny shudder.
    He wasn't doing any better. His groin had taken a direct hit. Hard and ready. He tried to think of anything except sex.
    He flicked another glance at Taylor. So beautiful, with her hair in a sleek chignon, exposing her neck and those sexy earrings that dangled from impossibly seductive earlobes. Oh, man. He had it bad. Sex with Taylor was definitely on his mind.
    "Do you know I sat up all night because of you, wondering what lay beneath that uptight exterior you portray?"
    "There's nothing beneath..."
    "Really?” Cade interrupted. “Nothing, as in naked?” His eyes twinkled.
    "No!” Taylor's denial rent the confines of the car. “I am who I am,” she said. Her smile slipped, and she went to pull her hand from his.
    "Oh, no you don't. That stays here. Foreplay, remember? Though I must admit, the thought of you, naked beneath that sleek black dress has the very tangible ability of sending me over the edge. My concentration has taken a nose dive."
    "Keep your eyes on the road, Cade Harper,” Taylor retorted.
    "Yes, ma'am."
    How the hell he would survive the evening, and how could he react so strongly to a woman he'd only just met? But he did, and nothing had prepared him for the jolt of heat pinning him to the spot the moment Taylor opened the door. From that moment, he'd been on the verge of losing it.
    And right now, he definitely wanted to lose his hands in her hair, unpin it as he had done last night, let it slide over his hands, feel her lips beneath his.
    He wanted to explore. Not listen to his conscience.
    She hadn't taken her hand away, though, and that strengthened his hope. Without thinking, his fingers traced a pattern across her hand.
    He continued. “Late into the night my mind played tricks on me. Had me guessing. Want to know what I came