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gangly boy from school. This Bryan was broad shouldered, solid and filled out in all the right places.
    “Hiya, stranger.” She stepped away from the door stoop and gestured for him to come in.
    She expected him to walk by her, so she was surprised when he stepped in, closed the door, then took her in his arms and offered her a kiss so potent it would have blown her shoes off if she’d been wearing any.
    Laura stood stock still for several seconds, too stunned to respond. Then her body took over from her dim-witted brain. She lifted her arms to his shoulders, opening her lips and stealing a taste. Bryan’s tongue stroked hers as he pushed her against the wall. Neither of them bothered to come up for air. Instead the seconds ticked by, turning to long, luscious minutes, as they explored each other’s mouth.
    Eventually, nearly four hundred years later, Laura’s brain engaged and she pulled away. “Bryan?”
    He smiled, looking completely unrepentant over his unexpected embrace. “I’ve dreamed about doing that since I saw you at Blue Moon.”
    Laura laughed. That was a feeling she could relate to. “How did reality rate against the fantasy?”
    “No comparison. You’ve blown every sex dream I’ve had out of the water.”
    She blushed. He’d been in the house less than ten minutes, kissed her senseless and now had her toying with the idea of giving him a tour of her townhouse—starting and ending with the bedroom.
    No relationships.
    Screw it. Josie had included getting laid on her list. Laura was suddenly seeing the wisdom in that.
    Bryan ran his hand along her face with a soft stroke that had her pussy clenching. “You look beautiful, hotshot.”
    She grinned at his use of her high school nickname. “Thanks.”
    “If I never see the inside of a hotel room again, it’ll be too soon.”
    “You were only gone two weeks.” She was sorry when he released her and continued into the townhouse. He smelled good, like soap and fresh-cut wood. “Why do you smell like wood?”
    Bryan seemed surprised, then lifted his arm to smell himself. “I was helping an elderly neighbor carrying in some firewood before I left the house.”
    “I thought you lived in an apartment.”
    He nodded. “I do. I’m renting the first floor of an older home near Leiceister Street. Nice old neighborhood. The house I’m in is the only one that’s sectioned off as a rental.”
    “Sounds like a good deal. There are beautiful homes on that street.”
    Bryan took her proffered hand and gave it a squeeze as she led him into the living room. “You’ll have to come visit me and I’ll give you a tour. The house I’m renting was built in the forties. Really classic old-style.”
    “I’d love to see it.”
    “What’s all this?” Bryan asked as he noticed her rather extensive spread on the coffee table.
    “I’m hosting a red-carpet party for the Oscars tonight.”
    “Oh.” Bryan stopped and looked around, obviously confused by the lack of people. “I’m sorry. I’m interrupting. I didn’t realize you were entertaining.”
    Laura stopped him with a hand on his arm when he turned, intent on heading back toward the front door. “No, I’m not. This is my party.”
    Bryan gave her a funny look. She couldn’t blame him. She’d made all her favorite foods, enough to feed an army. In her defense, she had expected Katie would join her when she went grocery shopping. She’d be eating leftovers for lunch and dinner for the entire week just to get rid of all of it.
    “You’re having a party by yourself?”
    She laughed. “Georgie thinks I need to throw a theme dinner party. I thought I’d practice the concept since I’m a bit rusty on entertaining and the Oscars seemed like the perfect opportunity. I’ve always loved awards shows, but Mason, my ex, hates them. So when we were still married, I usually went upstairs to watch them on the smaller TV in our bedroom while he watched sports on the big screen. This year, I’m watching in