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name the group Deception
Pass, but it was already taken .
Strawberry Island was too feminine. So they went with Hautboy.
Story told.
    The biography was vague and
impersonal. Nevertheless, it was out there for the world to read . I wondered what
it was like to live with your personal life put out there on
display.
    “Does it bother you , the exposure ?”
    “It is what it is. Comes with
the territory.”
    “How about the
photographers?”
    “They’re annoying, but you
mostly see them in L.A. or N.Y. The larger cities. But places like
this, you’ve got to deal with the fans and their cell phones.
Sometimes they’re worse than the photographers are. But I take it
with a grain of salt. As long as they don’t get too close, I just
ignore them. Besides, I have nothing to hide.”
    Once again, he filled my
glass , t ook a sip from it. He swirled it
around, staring at the contents. “That’s actually good. I can taste
the blackberry.”
    “So you’re a connoisseur.”
    “No, just read it on the
bottle.” He smiled puckishl y and handed
the glass back. “I don’t know anything about wine. Never touch the
stuff.”
    “It’s local. There’s a small
vineyard down the street. I had an hour free one day and they were
having an open house so I stopped in. They’re
n ice people , d own to earth.”
    “One hour. You must have been
fraught with boredom.”
    Because he was right, I grinned
over the edge of my glass. The rare times I didn’t have Levy
hugging my leg, I didn’t know what to do with myself. It’s amazing
how easily a mother forgets what life was like before children. I
usually ended up cleaning something out of sheer habit, but on
occasion, I indulged myself with some small and inexpensive
vice.
    “So what else do you do for
fun, besides ice cream and wine?”
    “Walk. Read. Ride.”
    “Ride?”
    “Horses. My landlord has a few
in the barn downstairs. I help him clean stalls sometimes, so he
lets me ride them.”
    “Are you good?”
    “I can stay on.”
    “I’ve never ridden. There’s
something unsettling about it. Maybe because horses have a mind of their own , and I like to
be in control.”
    “City boy.” Reaching up, I
pulled the towel from my head. Shook my hair out until it fanned in
damp, tangled strands over my shoulders. I had only meant to let it
dry, but to Tate, it meant something else entirely. His eyes
widened and then narrowed, pupils eclipsing the dark brown irises until they were almost completely
black in color.
    "Jesus, you really are the most
beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on."
    Sliding from the ottoman, he
knelt at my feet, sliding between my knees. He pressed his lips to
mine in a whisper, holding my gaze . My
breath fell short, lungs constricting tightly.
    "Tate, I know it's a little
late to ask, but you brought protection, right?"
    "Of course."
    With those two words, I lost
myself in the thrill of his kiss. Our breath mingled together,
heady and sweet. And then his tongue swept against mine and I lost
all thought completely.
    Moaning into his mouth, I
molded myself to him. The towel slid free, falling to my waist.
Tate’s hand ambled up my side, cupped my breast, thumb circling the
peak until it pebbled. It was embarrassing, really. That I was
already primed for him. He’d barely touched me for God sake and I was dripping with sexual
enthusiasm .
    Pulling me forward with his
other hand, I fell into his lap, straddling him. My hips began to
undulate, riding against the bulge in his jeans. The wine was
definitely starting to work its magic, because all inhibitions were
forgotten.
    Breaking the kiss, Tate scored
my jaw with his teeth. "Hard and fast this time, babe. We’ll take
our time later."
    "Huh," was all I could
manage.
    Message received, he reached
into his pocket and extracted a strip of black plastic squares. He
tore one from the chain and threw the rest to the floor. "Jesus.”
He shook his head, his thought lost in translation. “This
is...Jesus. I think I