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the door as the doorbell chimed a second time.
    "All right, all right," she muttered, opening it. "Sam!"
    Sam leaned against the doorframe, a plastic shopping bag dangling from his fingers. He straightened and his gaze fell to the swell of her breasts above the towel. She hiked it up but that made them jiggle. She dropped her hands to her sides and pretended Sam Hennessy wasn't staring at her breasts. True to form, everything heated, from the tips of her ears to her toes. Crap.
    "What are you doing here?"
    Finally, slowly, his gaze shifted to her face. "Is that any way to treat a man bearing gifts?" He held up the bag.
    "Sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone." She stepped aside. "Come in."
    He moved past her, his bare arm grazing hers. The teenager that still lurked inside screamed "Sam Hennessy just touched me!" She caught a whiff of his masculine scent and the combined effect of his presence on the four senses—touch, smell, sight and sound—sent a thrill through her. All she needed now was to taste him. She bet he'd be delicious.
    Down girl. He was not chocolate ice cream. He’d taste good smeared in the stuff though.
    She followed him into her living room, concentrating on the back of his head and not the back of his jeans. "So what's in the bag?"
    "Your sister asked me to give you this. She said it was important you get it and Pete was working back late and she didn’t want to drag the kids out." He handed her the bag.
    Maddie peered inside. "It's my pair of sneakers she borrowed last year. I'd forgotten about them." She sniffed the bag and screwed up her nose. "Not sure I even want them back."
    "Why the emergency?"
    She wasn't fooled by the innocent question. A crooked grin lifted the corners of his mouth and she knew he knew Linda had set them up. God, how embarrassing. Even more embarrassing was the slipping towel. She gripped it at her cleavage and held it firmly in place.
    "Guess she figured I need to work off the ice cream from last night."
    His hot gaze skimmed down her body, across her breasts, past the towel to her exposed legs. Every inch turned to molten liquid under the intensity and pooled between her thighs.
    Her face, however, burned. With anger. What was she, a piece of meat?
    "I don't think you need to worry about the ice cream," he murmured. The soft cadence of his voice rippled through her, sending her goose bumps into a frenzy, and several other vital parts of her anatomy.
    Okay, he could look at her like that if he kept paying her complements. She appreciated her own hypocrisy, but hey, it was a woman's prerogative to change her mind. Besides, men liked to eat meat.
    Now there was a thought to make a girl squirm with pleasure.
    "I'd better get dressed." She turned away before the towel completely slipped away. She heard him clear his throat as she closed the bedroom door behind her.
    Maddie threw on jeans and a T-shirt, thanking her lucky stars that Sam had come to her and she didn't have to chase him down. If he hadn't been home, she didn't know who she'd use instead for the experiment. She didn't know too many men. A few ex boyfriends, her work colleagues and Pete made up the total of her male acquaintances. The thought of testing the effects of Pheramour on any of them was creepy.
    She checked her appearance in the mirror then fluffed out her hair. Too messy. She pinned it back in a ponytail. A little boring but at least it kept it out of her eyes. No need to encourage Sam too much anyway. Pheramour would do all the work tonight.
    The chemist in her was excited by the prospect.
    The woman in her was absolutely terrified...and yet thrilled at the same time.
    ***
    Sam glanced around the neat living room. It was comfortable, cozy, and held Maddie's touches everywhere. Colors matched, from the lived-in cream sofa and bright red cushions to the elaborate drapes and floor rug covering polished boards. Books stood erect in a floor-to-ceiling bookcase and several prints and photographs hung on the walls,