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beside her.
    She turned, pulled by a force she couldn't understand. He was so near, so provocative
     and tempting. Her gaze met his and locked there, common sense deserting her as she
     leaned toward him, drawn by the urgency in his eyes.
    Just one kiss. Just to cure herself of her attraction to him. One kiss to dispel the
     illusion of magic when she looked into his jaded eyes.

CHAPTER THREE
    "Lillie," he whispered again, bending to kiss her.
    She felt the thud of his heartbeat, his closeness surrounding her like the dark of
     night. His mouth fit against hers, warm and seeking, not the touch of a stranger,
     but something almost familiar...yet like no other kiss she'd known.
    Luke pulled her into his arms, fitting her body against his until she lay in the crook
     of his arm, her face tilted for his caress. A shiver ran through her, a shimmer of
     sensation that skated over the surface of her skin before pooling into a warm glow
     in her midsection.
    Without knowing why, she parted her lips and curled an arm around his neck. It was
     a mistake. She knew it the second she felt his shudder.
    He entered her mouth slowly, tasting and savoring, brushing his mouth against hers
     in an agonizing torment of intensity. Lillie met his every move like a choreographed
     dance, falling freely into the teasing, drugging influence of his kiss.
    It took the slow stroke of his hand on her arm to break the spell. In one instant,
     she absorbed the pleasure of his bare hand on her skin and a hundred lusty possibilities
     burst into her mind, all heated and hungry.
    She pulled back, tearing her mouth from his as she gasped for air.
    "I can't," Lillie muttered.
    He groaned. "If that kiss is any sign, you surely can."
    Luke's arms tightened around her.
    "Stop." She braced her hands against his hard chest. "You're very...attractive," she
     hoped he couldn't feel the fluttering beating of her heart, "but I'm not interested
     in just scratching an itch."
    Slowly he released her, his face enigmatic. "Sweetheart, the word itch doesn't begin to do this justice."
    "Maybe not," Lillie tried to straighten her tumbled hair, "but I'm still not interested."
    A sensual smile spread across his face. "At the risk of being ungentlemanly, I have
     to point out that we've proved you're very interested."
    Lillie felt the boil of anger running up under her skin. "Why don't we just drop it,"
     she snapped. "I'm not having a fling with you."
    "First it's an itch, now a fling?"
    "Well, what exactly would you call it?" she demanded, feeling flustered.
    Luke ran a finger down her arm, the caress sending screaming signals through every
     nerve. "I'd say we're embarking on a mutually pleasurable relationship."
    "Relationship?" The word bounded out of her mouth. "I was under the impression you
     didn't use the 'R' word."
    He leaned back against the wall. "Wrong. I'm against Melanie getting married--"
    "You said you didn't believe in true love," Lillie accused.
    "--I also think that sexual attraction and compatible lifestyles are better foundations
     for marriage and family than something as unreliable as romantic love."
    "Unreliable?" she said incredulously.
    His smile took on a darker twist. "People fall into and out of it with equal frequency. Seems like a pretty foolish way to conduct a relationship."
    "I see." Lillie stared into the wet garden, the rain still drumming down in sheets.
     She struggled with the feeling that she'd just been given a significant piece to the
     puzzle of Luke's locked up heart, but her senses were so jumbled, she couldn't make
     use of it.
    He was too disturbing, too close. Right now, she needed to put some distance between
     them--sixty or seventy miles might be enough.
    Was the rejection Luke suffered at the hands of his first love powerful enough to
     destroy his trust in love forever? It hardly seemed possible, although Lillie knew
     how susceptible a young man could be to the depths of a heart-wrenching loss. Wasn't
     she trying to keep