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cruising in their cars. Only sexy Sarah who’d had a reputation almost as bad as Austin’s had been the exception. “Poetry readings and baking?”
    “Bungee jumping and rock concerts.”
    His eyebrows shot up. “Rock concerts?”
    “Creed. I’ve seen them twice. My first time, I marked the occasion with this.” She moved the veil of blond hair hanging over one shoulder and turned so he could see the back of one delectable shoulder. A small red devil smiled back at him.
    A she-devil. As in hot, as in wild, as in give it to me now.
    While his mind tried to register the fact that sweet, demure Maddie Hale had a tattoo, his body simply reacted. His mouth went dry. His heart jumped. The hard-on stretching his jeans tight throbbed in anticipation.
    “It was my first concert and I went a little crazy.”
    He swallowed and searched for his voice. “Damn straight you did,” he finally croaked.
    “I was going to get something a little more tame, like a heart or Tweety Bird or something cute. But then I saw this and thought, what the hell? I can be as wild as the next woman.”
    Hardly. She was sweet. Wholesome. Respectable. She couldn’t have changed that much, and Austin intended to prove it.
    “You still eat blueberry muffins every afternoon?” He zeroed in on the memory of her sitting in the library, munching away as she waited for him. “One jumbo muffin every day at four.”
    “Sure do.”
    He drew in a deep breath. See? She hasn’t changed that much.
    “English muffins. No butter.” At his outraged look, she added, “A girl’s got to watch her figure.”
    Okay, so she’d climbed the thermometer a few degrees since high school. She was counting calories, worrying about keeping her curvaceous body in shape so that she could show it off with revealing clothes rather than flower-print dresses.
    So what?
    A great figure and revealing clothes and a party life and a tattoo didn’t mean she truly had morphed into the exact type of woman he’d sworn off when he’d made up his mind to settle down.
    “But you loved blueberry muffins, and people shouldn’t give up things they love because society tells them to.” He recited the words she’d told him every time she’d seen one of the “in” girls scarfing carrot sticks. She’d wrinkled her nose and given him a lecture about society’s oppression of women, and how he should open his mind to all sorts of beauty. And he’d enjoyed every minute. Very few people had ever cared enough about his opinion to try to change it.
    Except Maddie.
    “Muffins are way too fattening.”
    “You always wore a bike helmet when you pedaled around town on that three-speed of yours.” He was grasping, but a guy had to do what a guy had to do.
    “Yeah, but now I like to feel the breeze blow through my hair. I even graduated to a ten-speed.” Her eyes lit. “It’s really fast.”
    “You always carried an umbrella even when there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.”
    She shrugged. “It’s fun getting caught in the rain.”
    “The girl I remember wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a leather halter top in a place like this.”
    “And the boy I remember wouldn’t be wasting time talking with a woman wearing a leather halter top in a place like this when he could be doing other, more important, things.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    She eyed him, licked her lips and murmured, “Kiss me.”
    Austin stared at her damp mouth for one heart-stopping moment and imagined what she would taste like.
    Tart, like the wine she’d been drinking. And hot. Like the woman she’d become—his hottest, most erotic fantasy.
    “Pretty please.”
    Her soft plea pushed past the frantic pounding of his heart and chipped away at his resolve.
    He drank in a deep breath of her, let his gaze linger on her slick, full lips for a long, hungry moment and then Austin did the only thing a man who’d made up his mind to settle down for good could do—he turned and walked the other way.
    Because