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magic again.
    The music finally began to wind down and suddenly, they were standing still in the middle of the dance floor, Sam still holding her in his arms, with his warm hands flat against her bare back. His chin rested on top of her head and her face nestled in his neck. She could smell his fresh scent, a mixture of soap and a subtle aftershave, and she realized she liked it. She really liked it! Awakened from this dream by the sudden realization that they were standing in the middle of an art gallery holding each other amongst a crowd of people, Petra pushed away abruptly.
    “Prickly Petra is back,” Sam commented with a crooked smile. “Why don’t you allow yourself a little down time?”
    Bullets in her eyes, Petra could almost feel the bristling of her skin at his words. “I don’t know what you mean nor do I care to find out,” she spat, turning forcefully away from him and stepping away. His arm shot forward and grabbed hold of hers, stopping her in her tracks and twisting her back to face him. “Let me go.”
    His smoldering eyes scanned her from head to toe. “Did I tell you that you look beautiful?” he said quite unexpected. With a gentle pull, Sam drew her closer. “I so want to kiss those lips,” he whispered, mouth dangerously and deliciously close to hers, daring her. In an instant, the world around them ceased to exist. Forgetting about the high-end crowd, the waiters walking around with trays full of cocktails, the small chamber orchestra in the corner, the amazing art on the walls and on pedestals, their bodies melded into each other. Lips met in a moist, hungry kiss that left both of them breathless.
    “Maybe we should go somewhere else,” Sam whispered when they finally came up for air.
    Is he on fire like I am? Petra’s body tingled and craved release, fully aware of his warm body reacting to hers. Her half-closed eyes stared at him, unfocused and dreamy. “Where?” she asked incongruously. At that moment, that spot in the center of a crowded art exhibition felt just right. Why change it? “I’m okay here,” she whispered, inching her lips toward his again.
    Sam laughed softly. “No, no,” he said, taking a quick look around him. “I think we’ve attracted enough attention, sweetheart.” For the first time, Petra was aware of her surroundings. Curious faces—lots of them—were looking at them, some with a smile, others not so kindly. She took a deep breath and almost stumbled on weak legs when Sam let go of his tight embrace. “Shall we?” he asked, his hand gently prodding her toward the front door. Like an automaton, she moved along with him and barely registered the warm shawl he placed over her shoulders to protect her from the outside chill. However, once the cold air of a typical Seattle evening hit her full force, she snapped out of her trance with a jolt.
    “Are you okay?” he asked when she suddenly stopped moving. “My car is just around the corner. We can get out of this cold.”
    “Where do you think you’re taking me?” she asked, rougher than she had intended. “I wasn’t finished in there.”
    “Of course you were,” he said, slightly patronizing. “The guards wouldn’t allow you to snoop around anymore. You know that.” As he spoke, his hands were busy rearranging the shawl over her shoulders in an oddly protective gesture. Her eyes followed his hands before settling on his eyes with a question. “Sorry, I just don’t want you to catch a cold,” he apologized with a grin. “Your shoulders are very…naked.”
    For some reason, that comment struck her as extremely funny and she burst into laughter soon followed by him. “All right, mother hen,” she said between giggles. “My naked shoulders will be all right, I promise.”
    Sobered up by the word, Sam swallowed hard, his eyes undressing her as he skimmed the length of her body. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” he confessed. “What am I going to do with you?”
    “You don’t have