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you...” She stopped. “Actually,” she said slowly, “it does.” She ventured a small smile.
    From across the room they heard the sound of his phone.
    “Allow me to deal with that.” Casey moved toward it.
    “It’s okay.” He followed her. “I’ll take it.”
    She’d picked it up already and was reading the display. “It’s Eloise.”
    “My stepmother again.” He rolled his eyes. “Pass it here.”
    “I said I’d deal with it,” Casey reminded him. She stepped back and moved around the other side of the sofa.
    Adam wasn’t quite sure what happened next. But somehow, he went one way and she went the other, toward the open window.
    “Casey, don’t—”
    Too late.
    She dropped the phone just as he reached her.
    Adam looked so shocked, Casey wondered if she’d gone too far. She held her breath as he stuck his head out the window. When he turned back into the room, his face was grave. “You just killed an Elvis impersonator.”
    Casey clapped a hand to her mouth. “No! I looked, there was no one—” Then she caught the grin he was trying to hide.
    And they were laughing, clinging to each other in helpless hilarity that for a moment made the whole mess go away.
    Adam looked into Casey’s eyes, where tears of merriment glistened. On automatic pilot, he wiped the corner of her eye with his thumb. And found himself robbed of all sensation except the pressing desire to feel her mouth beneath his.

CHAPTER FOUR
    T HAT TOUCH OF HIS THUMB seemed to wipe away Casey’s mirth. Her gray eyes widened and her teeth caught her bottom lip. After the tiniest of hesitations she swayed against him.
    This time, there was no tentative overture on his part—and no audience to inhibit the eager parting of her lips to admit him.
    Kissing her, Adam told himself as he claimed her mouth, was a reaction to the stress of the past twenty-four hours.
    Then her tongue met his with a fervor that matched his own, she wound her arms around his neck and he gave up trying to justify his actions. Gave himself up to the sensual pleasure of kissing Casey, to the press of her body against his, to his own undeniable physical reaction. He cupped her firm derriere, pulling her closer. With a murmur of surprise, she arched into him.
    If he didn’t stop now, they’d be in danger of complicating this disaster beyond repair.
    Tearing his mouth from hers took a degree of willpower he didn’t ever recall needing with a woman. When at last they stood apart, Adam ran a hand through his hair as if that might erase the memory of her touch there. He made a conscious effort to slow his breathing. Casey’s cheeks were flushed, her lips still parted in what looked to him like invitation.
    “Adam.” Breathlessness made her breasts rise and fall, her voice husky. “You have got to stop doing that.”
    Okay, maybe not invitation.
    She turned away, gazed with studied casualness at a framed photograph on the wall, a shot of downtown Memphis at night. “Not that it wasn’t nice,” she said. “But...you know.”
    Yes, he knew it was a dumb idea to get distracted from fixing this catastrophe. But she’d enjoyed that kiss as much as he had, so he was damned if he was going to apologize.
    At the sound of rustling, they turned to the door. A piece of paper had been slid underneath.
    Adam picked it up and scanned it. “It’s a message from Sam. He’s at home and ready to take my call.” He’d instructed the hotel reception not to put any calls through to their suite. He reached for the phone on the sideboard next to the dining table and started dialing.
    Casey took the opportunity to move as far away from him as she could. She plunked herself on the blue-and-gold-striped couch, grabbed up the room service menu from the coffee table and held it open so Adam couldn’t see her face. Her red face.
    Good grief, she’d acted like a sex-starved wanton, wrapping herself around him that way. She’d be the first to admit that her sex life with Joe had been