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letting the wish go once you’d held it sucked.
    “How did you find me?”
    “I needed clean socks.” His smile should be listed on the CDC website because it sent her stomach into shivers and set her skin to tingling. “I’m working on the new 911 center over in Millerton. I didn’t know you’d be here. You could’ve knocked me over with a feather when I saw you.”
    Feather? Yeah, that is not the force that slammed into her when he’d walked in the door. More like she got whapped with a horny stick. His china-blue gaze fringed with coal-black lashes caressed her from toe to nose and her nipples tightened. A warm pulse formed between her legs. How many sex acts had they done that night? She’d lost count and was sure that shower thing was a new position he’d dreamed up. God knows, he’d filled her dreams nightly for five months. She woke every morning sweaty, empty, and with a gnawing hunger only he had ever satisfied. Her libido growled, demanding to be fed, but she slid around him, waving goodbye to two customers.
    He caught her just in front of him, his arm halting her path and drawing her closer to his frame. “So what is your name?”
    The sultry purr in his tone drew her gaze up and vivid sexual longing sizzled between them. Oh yeah, he was hungry too. His eyes dropped to watch her tongue slick across her lip. Her mouth watered at memories and the buffet she saw unfolding in front of her now. No one said she couldn’t she go back for seconds. She licked her lips again just to feel his chest rise with a deep inhale. Feminine power filled her, and she returned his purr, gliding her fingers along his biceps.
    “Now, where’s the fun in telling you that? I like being mysterious.”
    “Mysterious? You are that.” Deep, dark and thick with desire, his voice melted like chocolate and a craving gripped her. Bram in the throes of orgasm was a luscious, intoxicating sound. God, he was delicious and she wanted more. He angled closer, until his warm breath whispered on her cheek. “You’re not going to tell me?”
    “No.” If she leaned two inches in, she could kiss him.
    “That’s not fair.” Bram shifted one inch closer.
    “All’s fair in…whatever.”
    “It wouldn’t take me three seconds to find out your name. All I’d have to do is go next door to the”—he turned his head and read through the window—“Flower Power Florist and ask.”
    She poked his ribs. “That’d be cheating. Play my game, Bram.”
    “Come on, you owe me. You stole my shirt.”
    A smile curved her mouth. “Fair exchange. You ripped my dress.”
    “So I did.” His low chuckle was tinged with sinful temptation. “Should I apologize?”
    “I’d rather you didn’t.”
    “Good. I don’t want to.”
    She could plant her lips right on his and dip her tongue into his mouth. If she moved. One inch. A scant distance. He smelled of coffee, brisk wind and pure male. Her heart galloped in her chest, echoing a sudden pulse in her pussy. He oozed sex appeal like an over-wet sponge and she wanted to suck every drop. One damn inch was all she needed. She closed the gap.
    Lust exploded. Her ears popped with the force of the attraction, and a low sigh heated her mouth before he deepened the kiss to indecent levels. She could distinctly recall three kisses in her life—Bobby Allegro behind the gym in fifth grade, Cliff Meyers on prom night and Bram, on a makeshift fire-department parking-lot dance floor.
    In the long months they’d been apart, she hadn’t forgotten his kiss. She was so screwed.

Chapter Three
    “He’s still watching,” Bram grumbled, stabbing his chopsticks into the takeout container of General Tso’s chicken. His glower lasered out the window.
    She didn’t even bother turning her head. Shrugging, she dipped her wonton in duck sauce. “He will until I leave. Then he’ll drive home and call me. If I don’t answer, he fills my voice mail and bugs the ever-lovin’ shit out of me. So I’ll pick up, tell