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back the hair from her cheek and releasing her from his demanding grasp.
    The air returned to her lungs as if the magic of his kiss could cure anything.  She could feel herself breathing again in short erratic bursts.
    Just push him back and run, Katherine thought to herself and she tried to follow her own good advice.  But the stolen kiss lingered on her lips, soft and sweet somehow rooting her to that one spot.
    Then a wicked though t occurred to her.  It was as if the wind had whispered it into her ear for surely she would never have come up with something so shocking on her own.  He'll never know his mistake, she told herself as she felt the wild desire to kiss him back.  If I kissed him back, he would never be able to find me.  Without fully deciding what she should do, Katherine rose to the tips of her toes and pressed her lips against his with an instinct that she had never felt before.
     
    It had taken only one taste before Garrett knew that he had not discovered Amelia's ghost haunting him in his dreams, as she had so many nights before.  In those dreams he had seen her, even felt her as his body and mind seemed to remember each and every inch of her.  But the girl in his arms had felt different and with one taste he had know n that she was no dream.
    The girl tasted like honeyed tea and lavender from her perfume.  She didn't disappear in his arms like Amelia had in his dreams.  She was real, solid, and warm.
    Garrett had barely tasted her lips and the honey taste that hung within before stopping completely.  He was not the type of man to take advantage of some woman on a darkened street no matter how tempting she was.  He pushed back her hair to see her small china doll face that he had cupped in his hands but in the darkness he could barely make out the color of hair that twisted between his fingers, tresses that seemed to pull him in closer to her.  Garrett had already begun to set her back away from him when her soft lips returned boldly to touch his own.
    The brush of her mouth was innocent and untrained.  She held her lips against his as if she didn't know what to do, and he realized it was likely her first kiss.  Tilting her head with his hands Garrett realigned their lips for a better position, feeling her body sigh when the tip of his tongue reentered her mouth and slid along her shaking lips as he sought a stronger taste of her.
    Her arms lightly reached around his back, grasping his broad shoulders for support as she went up on her tip toes trying to press their lips and bodies closer still.  It drove him mad and beyond reason as he fought to be slow and not frighten the girl.  Dipping into the corners of her mouth he found where the honey-tea flavor was strongest and swirled his tongue against hers until he felt another moan and a light shudder escape her body.  The urge to continue with the sweet kiss fought with his need to know who he held in his arms.
    Garrett ended the intense kiss with a softer one on her flushed cheek before setting her back on her feet and separating their bodies by mere inches, that already made her feel too far away for his liking.  His hand settled on her arm as if he could not bear to separate from her completely.  “Who are you?” he whispered as he searched through the darkness to see her face.  The sound caused her whole body to become rigid with shock and she pushed hard against him to throw him off guard.
    With one last glance back at him she jerked at her cloak, tearing the fabric loose from something that had caught it.  Then she turned and ran for the end of the alley, disappearing around the corner and into the night's shadow once more.
     
    Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.  With the pounding of each foot on the cobblestones, Katherine could hear the word repeating in her head.  It was unlikely that the man had been sober enough to chase her, or that he would even want to, but Katherine glanced behind her every few steps to assure herself that he was