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remember how nice you looked in that dress."
    "Quite a change from the coveralls." She'd
been so proud of that beautiful dress and so nervous wearing
it.
    "Oh yeah, quite a change." He smiled and his
eyes lasered in on her. "Have lunch with me, Jess."
    That jerked her away from the faraway
memories. "What?"
    "Let me take you to lunch. For old time's
sake."
    Jessie shook her head. Not a good idea. "I
always go home for lunch."
    Cameron stepped around the desk and into her
space. "Then how about dinner, tonight?"
    She backed away, stopping only when the tall
metal file cabinet bit into her shoulder blade. "I don't think
so."
    Cameron moved closer and stood directly in
front of her. His musky male scent invaded her senses. She couldn't
stop herself from inhaling deeply, filling her lungs with him.
    "Come on, Jess. For old time's sake, let me
take you to dinner," Cameron said. "Does the cafe still serve its
famous chicken-fried steak?" He grinned boyishly and Jessie's heart
turned over.
    She smiled back. "Of course, and Sarah Sue
still makes the best chocolate cake in the whole state of
Texas."
    He closed his eyes and sighed. "Oh yeah,
Sarah Sue's homemade cakes. Makes my mouth water just thinking
about them." Opening his eyes, he put his hands on her shoulders,
grasping them lightly. "Let me take you tonight, Jess. Please?"
    She swallowed again, wondering if the subtle
nuance was deliberate. The frightening thing was that Jessie wanted him to take her and not just to dinner.
    Why not go with him? She was a grown woman,
a widow, for crying out loud. She could handle the attraction and
the temptation. She'd have to be careful, that's all. Besides, a
chance to go out with Cameron might never come again.
    "All right," she said. "I'll meet you at the
cafe around six."
    "I'll pick you up."
    "No, I'd rather meet you there." Jessie knew
she was throwing caution to the winds. She also knew she wasn't
ready to be alone with him at her house. Or anywhere, for that
matter.
    Her tummy dropped to her toes when he leaned
down to look her square in the eye. "Okay, I'll meet you at the
cafe. But next time, I'm picking you up."
    Next time?
    His breath whispered against her lips. A
liquid warmth spread through her veins as his hands slowly moved
over her shoulders and neck. He traced her jaw with a gentle
finger, rubbed her lips with his thumb. His touch was magic,
sending thrills and chills along her nerve endings.
    Was he going to kiss her? Did she want him
to?
    The loud ringing of the telephone shattered
the moment. Jessie couldn't decide whether to answer it or jerk the
old contraption from the wall. Cameron stepped away, and she had no
choice but to pick up the receiver.
    "Kincaid's Garage." Her voice quivered.
Cameron may have backed off, but his eyes were slowly devouring
her. Jessie felt a warm blush spread the entire length of her
body.
    "Hello, Mrs. Perkins." She concentrated on
the little old woman on the other end of the line. "Yes, this
afternoon will be fine. Go ahead and bring your car in. It
shouldn't take long to fix. Bye, now." She hung up and jotted a
note for Sam.
    Cameron slipped the pencil from her fingers
and dropped it on the desk. He pulled her into his arms, flush
against his hard body. Jessie's breasts tingled from the contact of
his muscled chest. He removed her baseball cap and smoothed her
hair back from her temple. "Remember Lover's Point, Jess?"
    The rugged intimacy of his voice almost made
her heart stop. She searched the hard planes of his face. "I
remember. I didn't think you did though."
    "Oh yeah, I remember. I want to kiss you
again," he said softly. "Do you want me to kiss you?"
    Jessie licked her lips and nodded.
    With both hands tenderly cradling her head,
Cameron tilted her face up and lowered his mouth until his lips
hovered over hers.
    Jessie closed her eyes. Yes, she wanted him
to kiss her; she needed him to kiss her. Would her memories
live up to the reality? When the office door opened and the