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as if drawing the pad closer to her body. “It is,” she answered hesitantly.
    Valerie smiled up at Gabe. “Well, then. Why don’t you two come right on inside and we can chat.” She turned around and bustled them both through the door.
    Tina shot Gabe an inquiring look. She held one palm up as if to say, “Who is she?”
    Gabe grinned. “You know the gallery where the exhibition took place?” He winked at her. “Valerie owns it.”
     
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    Tina wanted to skip down the path towards Gabe’s car. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt like skipping, the last time she’d been this excited about anything.
    “Don’t pinch me,” she warned Gabe. “If this is a dream I do not want to wake up.”
    “It’s not a dream.” His grin was infectious. She couldn’t help but smile back. “Val loved your work.”
    “My own exhibition? Can you believe it?” She threw her head back and laughed. “She wants to show my sketches. Wants to sell them. Who would have thought it?”
    Gabe’s hand on her arm stopped her in her tracks. “I would have.” The look on his face whipped the air from her lungs. He stared at her with hooded, hungry eyes. “Anyone who’s ever seen them would believe it.” The mixture of lust and respect in his expression almost brought her to her knees.
    Except she’d been on her knees with Gabe before. She’d worshipped him on her knees, pleasured him, taken him to the same incredible heights he’d taken her—and still he’d left her. It didn’t matter how he looked at her now or how much her own body ached to respond to the desire burning in his gaze, she would not give in to her impulses. No matter how grateful she was to him for introducing her to Valerie.
    She swung away from him, feigning a playfulness she no longer felt. “How am I ever going to lug all my sketch pads to her gallery? I must have one hundred of them.”
    “It’s not a problem. I’ll help you,” Gabe offered. “Unless…” The fire in his eyes dimmed and he shrugged. “It’s been a lot longer than thirty minutes.”
    Tina checked her watch, stunned to see over two hours had passed since they’d arrived at Valerie’s. And just like that her heart dipped in her chest. Gabe’s half hour was up, long ago.
    Thank God for that. Now she could walk away and not look back. What a relief.
    He opened the car door for her. “Would you like me to drop you back at the coffee shop?”
    Tina stared at him. That would be the best idea. The car trip would give her ample time to thank him for introducing her to Valerie, and then she could get away from him. Perhaps she’d send him a gift tomorrow. A bottle of wine. Or scotch. Something to express her gratitude. At least she wouldn’t be trapped beside him any longer, yearning to pick up where they’d left off four years ago. Yearning to feel his and Connor’s hands on her body again, their lips on her mouth.
    “I could drop you at home?”
    Nope, bad idea. She’d feel compelled to invite him in.
    “Or I could do what I’ve been wanting to for the last few hours and take you in my arms and kiss you.”
    Tina’s jaw fell open. “What—?”
    Gabe’s gaze dropped to her mouth. He shook his head. “Not just the last few hours,” he said hoarsely. “The last four years.”
    Her vocal powers eluded her. There was not one single thing she could think of to say in response. Not one.
    “Christ, T, I’ve dreamed of seeing you again.” His massive hand was on her cheek now, and he dragged his thumb over her lower lip. “Kissing you again.”
    A wave of dizziness washed over her. Never mind the powers of speech, she couldn’t think straight.
    “Dreamed of touching you.” His thumb traced the curve of her upper lip. “Tasting you.”
    Her breath caught in her throat.
    “I’ve dreamed of you. Every night for four years.” Even as he said it he bent forward. She watched, spellbound, as he closed the distance between them. With a soft groan, he pressed