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press is watching.”
    Jill stared up at him, her mind whirling. “Hunter! Just what are you doing?” She didn’t know why, but her knees felt weak and her mouth went dry. She was probably in a state of shock. It wasn’t like she recalled that old longing she’d had when she’d hoped to be in Hunter’s arms so many years ago. Then, she’d imagined him to be a different kind of guy…the sort who could really care for a girl, and sweep her off her feet with one kiss. Not that she’d let him try, especially after learning what sort of guy he really was. The type who was only in it for the moment, and wouldn’t have given her a second thought once she’d completely given him her heart. His dark eyes caught the sunlight as he dipped his chin toward hers.
    “Making us public,” he said with a grin. At once, Jill felt transported in time and she was all of seventeen again, helplessly under Hunter’s spell. The next thing she knew, his mouth was on hers, all hot and heavy, his tongue sweeping in to taste hers. Jill sagged in his arms and he tightened his embrace. This was wrong. This is insane… But Jill found herself kissing him back, just a little at first—and then a lot. He felt so good and smelled so fine, she nearly forgot they were standing at the edge of a parking lot. Jill’s temperature spiked as her tennis racket crashed to the ground. Oh man, he was good. Better than good. Hunter’s skill was top-notch. Excellent. Why oh why had she waited so long? Or perhaps it was good she’d waited, until the fruit of her desire had ripened to perfection. Was it Jill’s imagination, or was Hunter just as ravenous for her? Somehow her arms were around him, her wrists overlapping at the back of his neck. It was almost like she was enjoying this, wanting more of him... What? Hunter? Jill called herself up short and broke away, stepping back with a gasp. At least she hoped she was gasping and not panting. Whoa.
    Hunter saucily cocked an eyebrow and spoke with a husky rasp.
    “Can I take that to mean you missed me too?”
    Jill cupped a hand to her mouth, her cheeks flaming. And it wasn’t just her face; her whole body felt on fire, particularly the parts of her that had touched him—flesh pressing flesh. For a moment she felt faint. Brad handed Jill her racket and she used it like a cane to steady herself against the ground. “That was a little over the top for hi, how’ve you been. ”
    Hunter screwed up his face with mock confusion. “I thought we were engaged?” His eyes darted to a parking spot not fifty feet away, and Jill glanced in that direction to find Cassandra watching them, her jaw unhinged. She stood by her open driver’s door, not bothering to hide her rapt interest. In fact, she appeared to be hastily packing away a camera. Brad had obviously spotted Cassandra too, because he leapt right in with a shrill cry. “Engaged?”
    “Sorry, Brad,” Hunter said loudly. “But all’s fair in love and—”
    Brad spewed his retort, immediately picking up on Hunter’s cue. “You think you know a man.” He motioned between Hunter and Jill. “All this time…? My girl and my very best friend? You and she…?” It was like he couldn’t force himself to say it. “Unbelievable!” he finally yelped with a moan.
    Jill stared at Brad in a panic before catching a glimpse of Cassandra rapidly fastening her seatbelt and zooming away. She’d gotten a scoop all right: a big one. Who knew how soon this story would be rushed to print? Yet none of the details had been ironed out. Jill didn’t even know whether she and Hunter could make this charade work! And there he’d gone and spilled the whole can of beans to the entire world. Things couldn’t go any more global than Tempo Beat . Surely, Hunter knew that. “Well, I hope you’re proud of yourself,” she said in a scolding tone.
    Rather than appearing admonished, Hunter smiled, one side of his mouth rising higher than the other. “I thought we put on a