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research, specifically security. Protections against DoS attacks.”
    “That sounds very…technical.”
    Seeing her cluelessness, he explained. “
DoS
means “denial of service.” In basic terms, a type of computer hacking. Companies view them mostly as nuisances, but my prediction is that these types of attacks will continue to grow more advanced over the next few years. Mark my words, one day somebody is going to cause a lot of panic and mayhem if websites don’t start taking these threats seriously.”
    “Your father must be very proud that you’re going into the family business,” Rylann said.
    He grimaced. “Actually, that’s a bit of a sore subject. I’m not planning to work for him. I’d like to teach instead.” He caught Rylann’s look of surprise and shrugged casually. “Can’t beat a gig that lets you have summers off, right?”
    “Why do you do that?” she asked.
    “Do what?”
    “Put out this whole laid-back, don’t-take-me-too-seriously vibe. I assume that’s the reason for the work boots and flannel getup.”
    “No, I wear work boots and flannels because they’re
comfortable.
In case you haven’t noticed, we go to school in the middle of a cornfield. Black tie isn’t exactly required around here.” He cocked his head. “Besides, why do you care what kind of vibe I put out?”
    “Because I suspect there’s more to the illustrious Kyle Rhodes than meets the eye.”
    They paused at a street corner, only two blocks from Rylann’s apartment. A cool breeze served as a quick reminder that she was wearing a damp shirt. With a slight shiver, she folded her arms over her chest and rubbed them to stay warm.
    “Nope. I’m still the same jerk you thought I was with the lame pickup line.” Without discussion, Kyle pulled off his flannel shirt and handed it to Rylann. Underneath, he wore a gray fitted T-shirt that hugged the toned muscles of his chest, abs, and biceps.
    Rylann waved off the shirt, trying not to stare at his body. And failing miserably. “Oh, no thanks. We’re only two blocks from my apartment. I’ll be okay.”
    “Just take it. If my mother knew I let a woman walk home shivering in a wet shirt, she’d kill me.”
    Rylann took the shirt from him and slid her arms into it. It was warm from his body. “Twenty-three years old and still listening to Mom. That’s cute.”
    Kyle stepped closer and adjusted the collar of the shirt, which was caught underneath the neckline. “Twenty-four.And my mom’s pretty kick-ass—you’d listen to her, too.” He nodded, satisfied with the collar. “There.”
    When his hand brushed against Rylann’s neck, her stomach did a little flip-flop.
    Major sparks.
    Dammit.
    “Thank you,” she said.
Not this one
, she firmly reminded herself. This guy had no place in her six-year plan. Hell, he had no place in her six-
day
plan.
    Kyle gazed down at her. “I lied when I said I followed you to the bar because you’re hot.” He touched her cheek. “I saw you laughing with your friends, and your smile sucked me right in.”
    Oh…
man
. Rylann’s heart did this strange skipping thing. She debated for a moment as she peered up into those incredible blue eyes of his, then decided, what the hell? After the year she’d been through, she had earned a little treat.
    She stood up on her toes, lifted her lips to his, and kissed him.
    The kiss was teasing and gentle at first, and he cupped her cheek as he slowly, seductively, claimed her mouth with his. She slid one hand up his chest, momentarily forgetting—or not caring—that they were standing on a street corner where anyone could pass by. She pressed up against him, and the kiss deepened as his tongue swirled around hers, hot enough to make her body feel like it was melting.
    It felt like an eternity before she managed to slowly pull her lips away.
    His hand was still on her cheek as their mouths hovered inches from each other. His eyes were a deep, burning blue. “What made you do