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a little bit of bad boy rocker in you after all.”
    He chuckled, and there were those warm tingles skittering down her spine again. Okay, there was more to him than good looks and a sexy smile. He was kind and nice. Not to mention he’d come to her rescue when Carlo showed up at her house and issued more threats. Sure, she didn’t need a man, but maybe . . . Oh yes, definitely in a whole lotta trouble, here. “Are you going to do it?”
    “Probably not, I haven’t played in years.”
    “Come on, you know there’s a part of you, deep down inside, that wants to.”
    His eyes narrowed. “Oh really? You think you know me so well after just a few days?”
    No, but she wanted to. And that was the trouble. She gave a casual shrug. “It was only an observation based on the fact that you seemed happy when you reminisced about it. I must have been wrong.”
    “Ah, right.”
    She tried not to smile at the picture he made, with his imperious expression and a little embarrassment thrown in for good measure, but couldn’t quite mask her amusement.
    “So . . .” He shifted uneasily.
    When he made no move to further their conversation she said, “It was nice seeing you again, Max. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.” She turned away and walked back to the silent auction tables, making a concerted effort to shut Max’s handsome face from her mind.
    “What are you bidding on?”
    His deep, rumbly voice startled her. She turned and stared up at those gorgeous smiling eyes and wide grin. Her heart skipped a beat.
    “I want to make sure you don’t outbid me on the Devil’s Head ski package.”
    She gestured toward the table. “By all means.”
    “You don’t like skiing?”
    She shook her head. “No. I mean I love to ski, but I wasn’t planning to make an offer for the package.” The bidding had already exceeded two thousand dollars, putting it out of her reach. Practically everything here was out of her reach from a financial perspective, especially with the upcoming wedding.
    Don’t forget Carlo’s threats, the voice inside her taunted, even though she wanted to do just that.
    Max eyed her curiously, then jotted down an offer that made her eyes bulge.
    “Maybe we can all go if I win?”
    Spend the weekend with Max?
    The memory of his kiss flitted into her mind, the way his tongue stroked over hers, how his mouth caressed, nibbled . . . A shiver skittered down her spine and she almost groaned out loud. No way. Not even going to consider the possibility. “Maybe we can.” The words were out before her brain could stop them. Oh, lord, please, let somebody outbid him.
    None of the items remaining on the table captured her interest so she moved on to the next. Max followed.
    “Wait,” he said when they passed by a golf basket. He doubled back and threw down a bid. “Do you play?”
    She laughed. “Not in the sense you’re referring to.”
    He grinned. “Oh, do tell.”
    “I play what Ashley refers to as aerobic golf.”
    He tilted his head as if considering her words. “I don’t believe I’ve ever heard of the game. How does one play?”
    “It’s very easy and doesn’t take much practice at all. As a matter of fact, even a novice can excel at aerobic golf in no time.” She hunched over as if getting into a golfing stance. “You address the ball as you do in the normal version, only when you swing, you miss. Then you swing and miss a few more times, hence the aerobic part.” His warm chuckle made her stomach flutter. Oh my. “Anyway, after several curses and grumbling about needing a bigger face on the club or better yet a bigger ball to aim at, you pick up said ball, let out a disgusted snort and shove it into your pocket, then stomp back to the cart, where you drown your sorrows in an ice-cold beer. Then you repeat the process again on the next hole.”
    He let out one of his belly laughs again. Lord, she could get used to hearing that on a regular basis.
    A voice came over the PA system and