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tsking sound. “You’re so nice and innocent. Just don’t let him push you into doing anything you don’t want to.”
    Russ reappeared and snagged Carly’s wrist. “You’re not meddling, are you?”
    Carly innocently batted her eyes at him. “Not me.” Then she ducked her head and whispered to Sara, “One more warning: when Daniel wants something, he can have the sensitivity of a Mack truck.”
    Frustrated, Sara shook her head. “But I—”
    â€œAre you ready for the reception?” Daniel asked from beside her. He placed his hand on her back and watched her take a deep breath. There was turbulence in her green-gray eyes. He wondered what she and Carly had been talking about. He wondered a lot about Sara Kingston. Lately he’d been wondering what her lips would feel like pressed to his. And he decided that tonight he would find out.
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    â€œThanks for the ride,” Sara said, reaching for her key.
    â€œNo problem,” Daniel said. She was going to try to leave him on the porch. He knew it. “Mind if I have a cup of coffee?”
    Sara jerked her head up to look at him. He could hear his mother’s voice scolding him: Pushy, pushy, pushy. Wait until you’re invited. Tough. At this rate, if he waited for an invitation from Sara, he’d never get past the front door, let alone into her bed.
    Her ever-present politeness warred with a desire to kick him out. He could read it on her face. “Of course,” Sara finally said, then pushed open the door. “Come on in.”
    She started to take off her coat and Daniel helped her with it. He caught a whiff of her sweet and spicy perfume. “You smell great.”
    â€œIt’s new, and I probably shouldn’t have gotten it,” she said, remembering how the romantic fragrance had captivated her at the cosmetic counter just the other day. “I have all these bottles under my sink, but I love perfume and I just can’t seem to resist…” Her voice stalled when he touched her.
    Under the guise of a casual gesture, Daniel lifted her hair behind her shoulder and played with a silky brown strand. “I’m glad you didn’t resist. Did you know your hair even smells like it?”
    Sara swallowed hard. “Bath gel and shampoo came with it.”
    Daniel felt his temperature rise. “So you smell like this all…” His imagination flashed a vivid picture of Sara, wet, scented and nude, in a bathtub.
    â€œAll over,” she finished in a slightly husky voice. Then she cleared her throat. “About that coffee.”
    â€œYeah.”
    Sara looked at him expectantly. “I, uh, need my hair.”
    Still reluctant to let go, he grinned and tangled his fingers deeper into her hair. “So do I.”
    â€œAre you flirting with me?”
    â€œI’m trying.” His grin grew. “Is it working?”
    Too well. Her pulse racing, she tamped down the urge to rest her head in his big hand. Instead she tried to distract him. “I have some hot chocolate.”
    â€œAnd marshmallows?”
    A little boy when it came to food, she concluded. Darn if that didn’t make her like him more. “Yes.”
    He loosened his fingers and leaned closer. “You didn’t answer my question.”
    Still entangled in his gaze, Sara gave a quick shake of her head and backed away. “I’m not going to.”
    For several moments he looked at her hungrily.
    â€œGuess I’ll have to keep trying, Miss Sara.”
    Distressed, she lifted a hand. “Please don’t.”
    â€œWhy?”
    She bit her lip and knitted her fingers together. “We’ve already talked about this.”
    Daniel nodded. “I know. First you said I should leave you alone because of Carly. Then you said you didn’t think you were good at male-female relationships.” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall.