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in her hands or Marc would see them trembling.
    He was unapologetic. “When I see something beautiful, I feel the need to appreciate it.”
    “And being the classy guy you are, you thought you’d whistle at me like a construction worker.”
    “I thought you might prefer that response over the first idea that popped into my head.”
    “Which was?”
    “Stroking my hands over that gorgeous ass you just displayed for me.”
    The battle between Sophie’s head and body flared. Her ass cheeks clenched, longing for that caress. Her less visceral side offered a reply. “Then you made the right call because I would have kneed you in the balls. Hard.”
    He nodded. “That’s what I thought. Hence my whistle from all the way over here.”
    His tone was light and friendly, making it impossible to take offense at his comments. The closet wasn’t that large but his assessment was correct. Several feet protected his balls from her knee.
    Sophie subtly pressed her legs together and tried to force air into her lungs. Apparently the space between them wasn’t that safe after all. She flushed as her body heated at their proximity—and semi-privacy.
    The observant man’s dark-blue eyes narrowed.
    He must be hell on juries. He notices far too much.
    He stepped into the room. She tried to hide her shock when he closed the closet door behind him. The darkness was cut by a mellow glow provided by the low-watt fixture hanging in the center of the ceiling, and instantly she was reminded of nights spent beside a dying fire in her family’s large living room. She was a sucker for a fireplace.
    Marc’s deep voice cut through the silence. “Maybe I was wrong.”
    Her eyes tried to adjust to the dim lighting as he continued to move closer. “About what?” Her throat tightened, making her words sound thick and far too loud in the small room.
    Marc didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took the box of flyers out of her hands, setting it on the floor. “You know I’m going to start coming by the bar, right? I feel the need to become a regular.”
    “Why? You get some sick pleasure out of annoying me?”
    He shook his head, his voice laced with humor. “No. That’s just a bonus.”
    The answer was completely unsatisfactory, even though Sophie liked the idea of him stopping by. Despite her better judgment, she wanted to see him more too. “Then why?” she repeated.
    “Because I’ll want to do this again.”
    He leaned forward and kissed her.
    The motion caught her unaware. Her body reacted instantly as his hands landed on her waist, pulling her close. Her breath seized, her body tingled in places she didn’t want to acknowledge and her heart began to race. This wasn’t good.
    It was great .
    His lips were soft but firm. He kissed like a man who was used to being in charge. He pressed harder, parting his lips and hers at the same time so his tongue could explore. She lifted her hands to his shoulders, her breasts brushing his chest. The action triggered a stronger response in Marc, who lifted one hand to her head, fingers tangling gently in her hair, directing her movements.
    She felt the dampness between her legs give way to genuine wet heat. She tightened her grip on his shoulders, trying to get impossibly closer. Marc’s hand at her waist dropped lower, sliding until he cupped the ass he’d been admiring earlier.
    The touch sparked two reactions in Sophie—full-fledged arousal and eye-opening comprehension of exactly what she was doing. The alarm began to sound and her brain defeated her physical urge to strip them both naked, drag him to the floor and—
    She pushed him away, struggling to catch her breath and still her pounding heart.
    Marc released her and her body screamed out in anger at his easy capitulation.
    “You have some nerve,” she said, hating the breathless quality in her voice.
    He grinned, his face completely devoid of remorse. “You liked kissing me.”
    “You caught me by surprise.”
    He smoothed his