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hardy Canadians? I can’t guarantee your safety, you know.” Her lips tightened with a grin.
    “I’m sure I’ll be all right with you there.” Now—kiss her now, his mind raved at him. Jesus, how many hundreds of women had he kissed? What the hell was wrong with him? He leaned over, and she tensed in his hands as his lips met hers.
    He only meant to give her a small kiss good-night, but pure satisfaction exploded inside of him. His tongue gently prodded her lips to open, and he sensually let it drift against hers. His hands glided down her soft skin, savoring her sweetness. He almost moaned with the pleasure it gave him as an unexpected flash of excitement rocketed through him.
    The ground trembled beneath his feet. Her kiss was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Every atom in his blood came alive when her palms gently brushed against his chest. His hand swept to the small of her back, drawing her closer. It was crazy, insane. She ignited something deep inside him, like a match to a wick on a Roman candle.
    It took a few seconds before they both realized the earth was actually shaking, and they heard the cries of people around them. Instinctively, he pulled her closer to protect her as they looked around. The earthquake shook the ground hard. Some people ran away from the building, others stood stock-still, clearly evaluating what to do next. They both turned as a luggage cart fell over. Just as quickly, the ground stopped trembling, and excited shouts rose around them.
    He looked into Moira’s calm eyes. “That was a good one.”
    “No kidding, and I thought it was you rocking my world,” she said.
    He broke into a laugh. “I was kind of hoping that, too.” He slowly released his hold on her. The quake didn’t seem to bother her at all. He wondered what lay behind her calm reserve and those siren eyes. What would happen if he pushed the veil aside? He imagined a storm of heat like he’d never known before, and he needed to know. “I will most definitely see you in six hours,” he whispered in her ear before she stepped away from him.

    * * * *

    “Good night, Mr. Porter.” She turned and drifted to the waiting car. She didn’t even hear or see the commotion still going on around her. She shook her head and stopped when her eyes refocused. A short limo waited, the driver holding the door open for her. She turned to see Steven, standing as if in total command of everything around him, watching her. He nodded to her slowly, and she nodded back, getting into the car.
    As the driver walked around the car, Steven intercepted him. He spoke to the man quickly then backed away, giving her a short wave. She wondered what that was about, but her questioning mind caught up quickly.
    “Excuse me,” she said to the driver when he got in. “Do you know Mr. Porter?”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “Who is he exactly?”
    The chauffeur’s eyes met hers in the rearview mirror. “He said not to tell you.”
    “What?” She fell back against the cool leather seat. God, he’d actually beat her to it. She couldn’t believe it. She liked a mystery and a challenge, and he seemed to be both. The mighty god Google would not be thwarted, and neither would she.

Chapter Three

    The next morning, Moira’s crew waited outside at the valet entrance. She told the girls over breakfast about her evening and about the mysterious Mr. Porter.
    “And he’s coming with us? That’s great,” Mandy said with a grin. “I’m glad to see you’re not one of those women who wallows in misery being an ex-wife.” She threw her bag onto the lavishly tiled driveway.
    “Mandy’s right, Moira, don’t think that at forty you have to give up on men. Now’s the best time,” Sasha said with a clip held in her teeth as she twisted her blonde hair into a bun. “And in Vegas, no less! Have yourself a good time and screw his brains out.”
    She broke out laughing at Sasha’s forward thinking. “I’ll do that. I’m just the hottest