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legs as he reached across her. “Chill, Kirk,” he ordered her as he rubbed a soft line of makeup between her breasts. “This is an old Hollywood trick. It’ll really show off your décolletage.”
    Sandy tried to ignore the effect his hands were having on her body. She tried to ignore her sudden awareness of every solid inch of McCade that was pressing into her ankles and calves. “Hah,” she said, trying desperately to pick a fight with him. If they were fighting, then she wouldn’t be tempted to reach out and pull his mouth toward hers. Oh, God, she wasn’t actually thinking about
kissing
him, was she?
    “Hah,” she said again, even more desperately. “Proof. McCade you’ve finally given me proof. All these years you’ve denied my claim that I’m built like a boy, but now you’ve as much as admitted it.”
    “No way.” He put his hand under her chin, making her meet his gaze. “I think you’re perfect, Sandy, and don’t you forget it.”
    She stared at him, trapped by the smoky vehemence in his eyes. He was still mere inches away from her, and she could see tiny flecks of brown and green mixed in with the almost aquamarine blue. His pupils were surrounded by a tiny ring of gold. “You have beautiful eyes, McCade,” she breathed, and as she watched, his pupils dilated.
    This was where he would kiss her, if he were anyone in the world besides Clint McCade.
    Instead, he blinked, laughed, and straightened up. “Come here,” he commanded.
    Sandy tried not to wobble in the precariously high heels as she followed him down the hall. He stepped back when he reached her bedroom door, gesturing grandly for her to go in ahead of him.
    She took three steps into the room, then stopped as she caught sight of herself in the big full-length mirror that was on the closet door.
    “Oh, my God.” Sandy slowly walked toward her reflection. She was…beautiful. The white dress fit her snugly, making her figure look slender and feminine instead of skinny, the way she usually thought of herself. The skirt was short and it made her long, slim legs look as if they went on forever. And she had to admit, the shoes
were
pretty damn sexy. Her hair was an explosion of gold and light around her face and down her back. And her face! Her eyes looked exotic, her lashes full and dark, her lips the perfect shade of red for her complexion. Sandy’s gaze dropped lower, to the low-cut top of the dress. By God, would you look at that? The tops of her breasts looked lush and full.
    She could see McCade in the mirror as he leaned against the door frame, his arms across his chest.
    “McCade, you’re a magician.” She turned to look at him. “A miracle worker.”
    He shook his head. “Hey, I just knew the right kind of wrapping to put on the package.”
    She looked at herself again. As the shock was wearing off, reality was setting in. She frowned slightly. “I just…don’t think I can wear this.”
    McCade straightened up. “Why not?”
    “Well…” She searched for a reason. “For one thing, I’m too tall in these shoes.”
    “Oh, come on, Kirk—”
    “No, really, McCade. Look at me. I’m six feet tall.”
    “Six
gorgeous
feet tall,” he countered. “So what?”
    “I’ll tower over everybody.”
    “You won’t tower over James.” Three big steps brought him close to Sandy. “He’s as tall as I am, right?”
    “A little shorter.”
    “Only a little.” He pulled her into his arms, as if they were going to dance together. He held her tightly, intimately against his lean, strong body. “See, you’ll fit him perfectly. He’ll love it, he won’t have to bend so far to kiss you.”
    McCade looked down at the woman in his arms. Mercy, he’d been dying to hold Sandy like this for hours. She was staring up at him as if he’d gone crazy, her eyes wide, her soft lips parted in surprise. Oh, man, she felt so good, so heavenly against him. He ran his fingers through her silky hair, wanting her so badly—
    He pushed her