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don’t you dare… Crap . She looked away. “Now that you’ve satisfied your curiosity, we can move on.” A little part of her died at the thought of never having his hands on her again, but she silenced it. She wasn’t here to kiss Caine—or do anything else with him. She was here to help him find his soul mate. End of story.
    “Oh, darlin’, I don’t think so.”
    She jerked around so fast, she cricked her neck. “What?”
    His smile widened. “All you’ve done is whetted my curiosity. It would take a whole lot more to satisfy it.”
    Unbidden images thrust themselves to the forefront of her mind of just what that might entail. Sex. Definitely sex. She let herself consider it for half a second—of having a fling with him until she found him the right woman—and then made herself discard it. If one kiss could have her thinking about compromising her hard-and-fast rules, sex would throw them out the window completely.
    That wasn’t an option. “No.”
    “No?”
    “That’s what I said. This was a mistake. It’s not happening again.” Maybe if she said that enough times, she’d actually start to believe it.
    From the look on his face, he didn’t believe it any more than she did. “I’ll make you a deal.”
    “I’m listening.” Just like before, his doing a one-eighty only meant trouble for her. She was sure of it. For someone with a relatively clean reputation business-wise, this man sure was sneaky.
    “I won’t kiss you again.” Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, he continued, “But next time you kiss me, all bets are off.”
    Addison’s jaw dropped. “I’m not kissing you again.” Her entire body perked up at the thought, but she told it to shut the hell up.
    “I guess we’ll see, won’t we?” He picked up the briefcase he’d set on the floor while she’d introduced him to Gollum. “Have a good night, darlin’. I trust you’ll be sleeping just as well as I will.”
    Only if he meant he wouldn’t sleep a wink. She refused to show just how much his calm determination threw her, though. “Like a baby.”
    “Whatever you have to tell yourself.” He turned and walked up the staircase, and damn her self-control, she checked out his ass the entire time. It was only after he disappeared down the hallway at the top of the stairs that she managed to move.
    God, she was in so much trouble.
    Needing to put as much space between them as possible—and there was a hell of a lot of it in this place to put between them—she made her way to where she’d set up beds for Gollum and her pups. It was on the far side of the house, right next to the door to both the greenhouse and the rest of the grounds. She let the dogs out, pausing to pat Gollum on the head, and then settled down on the fainting couch with her computer.
    Obviously she couldn’t be trusted to spend more time with Caine than strictly necessary, so she had to get a move on with finding him his match. Easier said than done. It was more than his questionable answers about what he wanted—there was the distance factor as well. Ninety percent of Connected at the Lips’ clients were in the New York tristate area, which was a hell of a long way from Tennessee.
    So the first thing she had to do was narrow the field down to women who would be willing to move. Caine wasn’t going anywhere, so she refused to waste time with something that would turn into a long-distance relationship permanently. But she had a decent number of candidates who could—and would—move.
    The trick was making Caine an attractive enough catch to get them down here in the first place.
    Her face heated. He definitely had his high points, but she couldn’t exactly list his kissing skills as an asset. And as she’d told him, the money wasn’t enough, either. There were plenty of men with money in the city. His appearance was a good start, and the man could dress. Her fingers twitched, it being all too easy to recall how good his shirt felt beneath her