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“We’ll be seeing each other soon, though.”
    Nope. Wasn’t happening. No way in hell was Luke letting another man have this woman. If she’d been married,
     he would have walked away, no matter the bitter regret that would have chapped his
     ass. But as far as he was concerned, if the guy in England hadn’t staked his claim
     with a ring and a wedding vow, then the bastard wasn’t man enough to keep her.
    But he had to make sure.
    Luke gritted his teeth. “Practically engaged?”
    A fine blush tinted her cheeks. “He hinted that he’s planning to ask me when we get
     together for Christmas.”
    Luke released his hold on her fingers and slid his palm onto her hip at the same time
     he cupped the back of her head with his other hand. “If the man hasn’t made you his
     by now, then he doesn’t deserve you.”
    Trinity’s entire body vibrated, her skin alive in a way that she’d never felt before
     with—with, er...
    Luke brought his face closer to hers, so close she could feel the warmth of his breath
     on her lips and she could almost imagine how he would taste. His spicy scent saturated
     her senses, his male presence hard and solid.
    Everything about him was virile and sexy, dark and dangerous. Definitely dangerous,
     and definitely not part of the carefully arranged hand Trinity planned to play out,
     meticulously and cleanly, to win the stakes she’d set her sights on years ago. Good
     job, nice home, stable family a million miles away from faithless cowboys like the
     one who broke her sister’s heart and her dreadful past as Meaty MacKenna—a man like
     this definitely wasn’t part of the draw she needed. No, he was... a wild card.
    An unexpected, unpredictable wild card who could win the game instantly—or wreck it
     forever.
    He was waiting. Waiting for her to tell him no. But all she could think about was
     how badly she wanted him to kiss her.
    No, Trinity. You can’t do this.
    Just one kiss. One little kiss.
    Luke made a noise like the rumble of a bull, and a whimper slipped from Trinity. A
     sound of longing and desire.
    His mouth crushed hers, his lips firm and possessive. She opened up to him, but he
     didn’t slide his tongue into her mouth. Instead he nipped at her lower lip, small,
     untamed bites that made her burn in a way she’d never imagined.
    Trinity moaned and clenched her hands in his shirt as she reached up, begging for
     more. Part of her couldn’t believe what she was doing, couldn’t believe what he was
     doing to her. And a part of her didn’t give a darn. She just didn’t want it to end.
    Luke separated his mouth from hers, but kept his lips close to hers. “I’ve got to
     taste you, sugar. All of you.”
    Omigod. By the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes, he didn’t just mean a kiss. He
     meant every part of her body. Her skin seemed to catch fire at the thought of his
     face pressed against her belly, his rough hands tracing every inch of her flesh.
    What was she doing? She didn’t even know Luke—she’d just met him what, twenty minutes
     ago? And now here she was, thinking of spreading a little Christmas cheer by making
     out with him in front of a roomful of people.
    What about her plans, the man she thought she was going to marry?
    I am a calm, rational software designer. I’m a project supervisor. A businesswoman.
     I am not a call girl at a Christmas party.
    She gripped his shirt so tightly her knuckles ached. “Luke, I—”
    He cut her off with another hard kiss. Only this time he plunged his tongue into her
     mouth, demanding and insistent.
    Everything melted away. All thoughts of anything outside the feel of his stubble chafing
     her skin, the taste of him... a heady male flavor combined with a hint of malt beer.
    Small purring sounds echoed in Trinity’s ears, and she realized it was her making
     the sounds. A low Mmmmhmmm rose up within her, as if she was sampling the finest of
     chocolates and she couldn’t get enough.
    Right then she