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you?’
    He shrugged his shoulders. ‘Doesn’t worry me. Don’t move. I’ll only be a few minutes.’ He dashed into the rain, heading towards the parking lot.
    Why couldn’t I say no to him, when it had been so easy to say no to Derek? I was puzzling over this, when the door opened again and Derek came out.
    â€˜Look at this rain. I insist on taking you home. Cancel your cab.’ Derek being authoritative? Who would have guessed?
    At that precise moment the ute pulled up in front and Zach leaned over and opened the door. Talk about timing. I would have rather gotten soaked than have to have seen the look on Derek’s face when I said, ‘Thanks, but I’ve got a ride.’ I lifted my shoulders and said, ‘Sorry, but it’s on his way.’
    I got into the ute quickly and winced when I looked back at him. I suspected we weren’t even going to stay friends after this.
    â€˜So, was that the guy you were dancing with? What did he want?’ Did I detect a slightly hostile note in Zach’s voice?
    I was over all this. Bed and a long sleep seemed a wonderful alternative at the moment.
    I buckled my seatbelt, leaned my head on the headrest and closed my eyes. ‘Don’t ask,’ I said, as we took off.
    Zach pulled up in front of the old Queenslander where my parents and I lived. It had originally belonged to Gran, Dad’s mum, but she had died about ten years ago and since then my parents had renovated it so that it still had charm but was much more comfortable. To me it was home, the place where I could shut the rest of the world out when it got on my nerves. I didn’t know how I felt about Zach seeing where I lived. Somehow it was bringing our relationship (relationship? Well, acquaintanceship) to a level that was bordering on personal.
    He looked at the wide wraparound verandah, where I had left the outside light on. ‘Nice place,’ he said. ‘You live here with your parents?’
    â€˜Yeah, but they’re on holiday at the moment.’ As soon as I said that I wished I hadn’t. Zach didn’t need to know I was on my own—though it wouldn’t make any difference, because I wasn’t going to invite him in or anything.
    The rain had stopped and for that I was grateful. ‘Well, thanks for the ride and all,’ I said, opening the door and getting ready to hop out of the ute.
    â€˜What’s your hurry?’ he said, placing a hand on my arm. I hated that my nerves tingled with his slightest touch.
    â€˜It’s late and I’m tired,’ I said, as he leaned closer and brushed the hair from my face with his other hand.
    â€˜Then I’d better say goodnight,’ he said softly as he bent his head and brushed his lips softly against mine. I swear I didn’t mean to respond, but somehow I must have because he was kissing me again and this time his mouth pressed firmly against mine. Obviously, Zach had kissed a few women in his life because his technique was just about perfect. I closed my eyes and felt my traitorous lips open to his and for a long moment all I could think about was how wonderful he felt and how I wanted it to go on and on.
    Zach’s arms encircled me and I wound mine around his neck as I felt the warmth of his broad chest and breathed in his clean scent of soap and aftershave. His tongue found mine and heat welled in my stomach. I pressed closer to him and his kiss deepened. Something suspiciously like a moan escaped my lips. His hands found my face and cupped it as he gently lifted my head. His eyes were pools of darkness and his breath was short. All I knew was that I wanted him to go on kissing me. Maybe I would ask him in for one coffee.
    But his next words surprised me, and not in a pleasant way. ‘That’s what you call a French kiss, and I do it way better than the French. So, by the way, do you.’
    â€˜What?’ I jerked back from him. ‘Of all the