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stretching up on her toes and kissing him full force on the lips, "you're looking handsome tonight." And he did. Marie slightly narrowed her eyes, thinking she'd never seen him in a nice suit and tie before. And she liked it. Boy, did she like it.
    Then again, she thought wickedly, she liked it best when he wore nothing at all.
    David gave a nervous smile and looked around the room. Holy cow, was she forward tonight. Not that she couldn't be... But in public she was normally somewhat shy.
    He studied her as her lips turned up in another naughty smile. "Had some champagne, dear?"
    "Why, yes, I've had some champagne! And why not? We're celebrating here. Cel-e-brating! Yeee-ha!" she shouted, throwing her arms into the air and waving them.
    "Marie," David said, clutching her to him and quickly scanning the room. "Maybe you shouldn't have any more."
    "What do you mean, I shouldn't have any more? Hey sweet thing, why are you whispering?"
    David held her even closer.
    "Ouch! What are you—"
    "Excuse us," David said to the very interested guests. Then he gripped Marie around the waist and carted her out of the room.
    "What are you doing? I wanted to stay and enjoy the party!"
    "I know you did, sweetheart," David said, bending low to grab her behind her knees. "But I've got a party of my own in mind."
    "Hey, whoa!" she squealed, as he hoisted her skyward and threw her over his shoulder.
    "David Lake, put me down!" she yelled, pounding his rear with her fists.
    But he just pushed back the door and carried her into the night, where the December wind half froze her bare skin and sobered her up in a hurry.
    "Who are you?" she asked, still hanging upside down.
    "Just call me Fabio," he said, patting her bottom with a smile.
     

     
     
    Chapter One
     
    "So, what do you think?"
    Marie McCloud opened her eyes wide and blinked. She saw bright blue eyes looking into hers, and a glacier-melting smile. What did she think, indeed.
    When she'd walked into the spectacle shop nearly an hour ago, her vision had been so fuzzy she'd barely been able to make out the blue shirt and slacks the optician wore, let alone his muscular build. Now that she could focus, Marie was all too aware that the smooth-as-silk southern baritone was coming from a stunning specimen of masculinity.
    She adjusted the frames on her nose and felt herself blush.
    "Fine," was all she could manage to say through her clogged throat. "I'll take you. I mean, them."
    Marie lifted a hand to wipe the tiny beads of sweat gathering at her hairline, thinking it was awfully hot in here for October. November. What the heck month was it, anyway?
    "Well, they suit you," he said, sending the room spinning, as he leaned forward with an appraising smile.
    The frames did look good with her chestnut brown hair. She was really quite attractive. Gorgeous, some would say. In an understated way, that a lesser man might think of as mousy. But David Lake knew better. He'd hooked up with more than one soft-spoken brunette in his lifetime. And every one of them had a fiery furnace burning beneath that creamy, cool exterior.
    Something in her big, brown eyes told David that Marie McCloud was no different. The only question was, did she know it?
    David checked his watch, then glanced back at her lovely face, trying hard not to be obvious. There was something in the delicate curve of her cheek, the long, porcelain line of her neck, the richly dark tendrils, spiraling recklessly from her pulled-back hair.
    "Have any plans for lunch?" he asked, his lips racing with the thought that had barely formed in his brain.
    She looked him up and down and blinked again, her color going all pink and cinnamony.
    His hair was sandy and cropped short. Parted neatly on the side. He looked less like an optician and more like... a lifeguard. Marie froze momentarily at the thought of him administering mouth-to-mouth.
    "I, ah..."
    David glanced nervously over his shoulder to see if Caroline, his boss, had been listening. She'd