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campers—tent, RV or otherwise. Always wanted to see the inside of one of those.”
    The idea of having Tacy alone in his RV was going to wreak havoc on his self-control. Even now he was rock hard and hurting.
    But he’d only met her a few hours ago. And Tacy wasn’t the sort of woman you had a one-night stand with. She was too sweet, too nice…too special.
    Unfortunately, they were living on borrowed time—approximately seven days’ worth—and then they were heading in different directions to places unknown. He needed to make every second of it count.
    Maybe he was going too fast. But the way he saw it, they didn’t have any other choice.
    So it was going to be life in the fast lane this week. After so many years of plodding along in slow motion, he liked the idea of a whirlwind.
    With Tacy.
    In Sapphire Falls.

Chapter Three
     
    Tacy didn’t even bother to dim her smile as she and Zac sat side by side atop the Ferris wheel. The sky was bright blue without a single cloud to mar the vivid color. The late afternoon sun was shining but not blazing too hot, and there was a slight breeze that had their seat swaying gently.
    Up here, she could see forever, could take in the beauty of this quaint little town, nestled in the midst of the sea of green farms that surrounded it. The carnival was hopping, loads of people milling around below them, playing the games, eating junk food, laughing and talking. The soft strains of Frank Sinatra singing in the background of all the normal fair sounds simply added to the ambiance, the sheer magic of the moment.
    Of course, the fact she was sitting next to the sexiest southern doctor she’d ever met didn’t hurt either.
    Tacy had felt like a teenager on her very first date last night as she and Zac spent hours just walking and talking. He’d been completely engaged, interested in hearing what she had to say, and when he spoke, she found herself equally enthralled.
    So much so, she’d woken up excited and energetic, despite the fact she hadn’t managed more than a few hours’ sleep. And she’d been thrilled to discover he was awake and thinking of her too when he texted to see when she wanted to meet.
    Zac had joined her and Lauren for breakfast and they’d been together every moment since then. The more she learned about him, the more her infatuation, her attraction grew.
    He was a fascinating man, to have achieved so much when he’d clearly come from such a rough beginning.
    And when he’d kissed her…
    Oh man. That kiss last night had knocked her socks off. Perfect amount of pressure, tongue, and his hands gripped her in just the right places. She’d had good kisses and she’d suffered through some shitty ones. Zac’s was, by far, the best ever.
    In fact…
    She turned to face him at the same time he looked at her. Her gaze landed on his lips, and she noticed his stare was in the exact same place.
    “I’m going to kiss you, darlin’.”
    She licked her lips as she grinned. “That’s funny. I thought I was going to kiss you .”
    They moved toward each other without another word. And just like that, Tacy was blown away. Again.
    She was vaguely aware of when the Ferris wheel began to move again. She sort of thought she heard some catcalls and whistles when they whizzed by, closest to the ground, but none of that mattered. Not the view. Not the public display of affection. Nothing.
    She was Tacy Bradford, former soccer player. A woman with no job, no home, no clue. And she didn’t give a damn because she was kissing Dr. Zac Lewis at a carnival.
    The kiss might have gone on forever if not for the interruption of someone clearing their throat nearby. She and Zac both turned their heads in unison, surprised to find themselves face-to-face with the carnie running the ride. He was amused and patiently waiting for them to debark.
    “Sorry ’bout that,” Zac said in a tone that was far from sorry.
    The man lifted the bar securing them inside the car and they got out. Tacy