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    “I see those wheels turning,” he chided. “What are you thinking right now?”
    Evie lifted her chin. “None of your beethwaxth.”
    Max’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “That’s adorable. Thay it again.”
    She set her jaw and gave him her haughtiest glare.
    And he gave her back a smile that would melt the polar caps.
    “Okay, then,” he challenged. “Try ‘suffering succotash.’ ”
    What do you think I am, a performing theal?
    When she didn’t respond, he said, “Better yet, skip the succotash. Say something worthwhile. Say… ‘sex.’ ”
    Her eyes widened, then narrowed.
    “Ah, c’mon,” he coaxed, moving forward a step. “That’s got to be a tough one. Give it a try.”
    His gaze locked on hers. Sparks, nearly visible to the naked eye, flared between them. He was seducing her, plain and simple. Or trying to. She knew it. He knew it. He’d issued a challenge. The succotash was in her court.
    She pursed her lips. Okay, hot shot, she thought. Two can play at this game.
    Starting at his boots, she slowly lifted her gaze. She lingered when she reached his crotch, trying desperately not to blink and blush. Button fly. A bit on the bulging side, she thought. Boxers or briefs? Mmm, Briefs. Definitely. And tight.
    She felt her cheeks warm, but she wouldn’t stop now.
    His hips were encircled by a brown belt with a dull brass buckle. A little frisson of heat made its way to her stomach and then on down a little farther. She resisted the urge to clamp her legs tightly together.
    Her gaze reached his chest. The chest she’d lain her weary head against. She knew he was solid, his muscles firm and strong. Her eyes assessed the breadth of his shoulders. His neck was strong, too, and not bulging in the least. It led up to a firm chin and jawline, hollow cheeks with a hint of dimple on each side of his sensual mouth.
    Cute ears, not too big, not too stuck out. Finally, she let her gaze meander to his eyes, and stop. Uh-oh.
    Her heart ceased beating. She’d come this far … couldn’t chicken out now.
    His eyes glittered, his jaw seemed locked in place. Oh, yes. She’d gotten his attention.
    She tilted her head to the side and licked her lips until she was pretty sure they glistened.
    “Thexth.” It was as low and slow and deliberate as she could make it without running out of air.
    He went still. His eyes darkened as his lids went sleepy. He seemed to stop breathing for a moment, then appeared to breathe too fast.
    Silence, thick and tense, stretched taut between them. He lowered his gaze to her mouth, then re turned it to her eyes. A moment earlier he had just been some hot-looking guy teasing her. But now he was a predatory male on the scent of a female he wanted, and Evie thought that perhaps she had played the game a little too well. She’d simply thought to give him a taste of his own medicine, but instead had given him a taste of something else, something he now seemed interested in devouring.
    He took a step toward her.
    She turned away—away from his expectant stare, away from his body he at, his masculinity, the attrac tion for him she would deny to the death.
    “You don’t like me, do you, Evie?”
    Lowering her head, she kept her back to him, unsure how to answer. Why would he care one way or the other about her feelings for him? She didn’t even know him.
    He moved closer. She felt his presence, the weight and substance of him, and it disturbed and excited her at the same time.
    “Look,” he said, his voice edged with frustration, “I … you’re … you caught me off guard, that’s all. I’ve been behaving stupidly. Sorry.”
    Yeah, well, if I could only