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between them. “Rule number two: no kissing.”
    “You mean like this?” He bent to kiss the sweet spot just behind her right ear, the one that made her fold like a greeting card. Her hands flew up to push him away but when they met his chest, that sculpted hard chest, her hands stopped working.
    “No, I do not mean…” Halfway through her sentence, she convinced her arms to move and she pushed him away. After a long, slow breath, she started again. “No exceptions. Rules are rules and kissing is kissing, and just because you know how to do it doesn’t mean I’m going to fall, because I am not falling—”
    He leaned into her personal space. “That’s part of your problem, you know. Rules may be rules, but kissing isn’t just kissing. Every woman is different.”
    She arched a dark brow in his direction. “You ought to know.”
    Rather than derail him, her taunt seemed to inspire him. “I know that a smart man kisses each woman in just the right way. Some women need long, slow, tender kisses. Some want a man to tug on her lips, teasing, biting softly. Then there’s you—”
    Head low, she raised both palms into the air and stepped away from him. “Enough already. You heard the rules.”
    “Rules are no problem for me because I usually ignore them.” As he moved oh-so-slowly back into her personal zone, her double-dealing heart did a cartwheel in her chest. “In case you haven’t noticed, angel, I’m not a play-it-by-the-rules guy.” He twisted a curl between his fingers, the movement sweet and intimate. “Or maybe you’ve forgotten…
    No. When it came to Charlie, she couldn’t forget. Hell, this morning was proof positive. Even after her self-imposed six-month Charlie-hiatus, their chemistry threatened to burn through her rules like a blowtorch. She pressed her palms against his chest and gave him a quick, not-so-gentle shove. “Will you get dressed, please? Sooner, rather than later.”
    “Later sounds better to me.”
    “If you’re going to show me your game, I need you fully-clothed.”
    He gave her that patented look and said, “Angel, you already know my best game moves do not require clothing.”
    She let go an impatient sigh. “Dating game moves, big guy, not sex-in-the-hallway moves.” They fell back into the routine so easily, the bantering, the nicknames, it was hard to believe it had been months since she last saw him.
    “You’ve got something against sex in the hallway?” He eyed the walls like he was picking which one he’d take her against. Her traitorous stomach fluttered at the thought.
    No. No fluttering stomachs. Damn it.
    Focus, Jane. Focus .
    She cleared her throat. “Just take me somewhere you’d take a date. We’ll discuss your ideal woman, and I can assess where we need work, okay?” She waved him away. “Now hurry up and get your groove on.”
    He stood there, half-naked and smiling. “You make it sound so dirty.” He turned to walk down the hallway, tugging at the pajama bottoms. “Can’t a guy at least get a shower?”
    “Hey, keep it covered, buddy.”
    “Nothing you haven’t enjoyed before. Multiple times .”
    Outside the bathroom, he turned and gave her a wicked smile before removing his pants. “I’ll make it quick. Not like usual. Put these in the laundry for me, will you?”
    Her eyes narrowed on the pajama pants as they sailed through the air to land in a pile at her feet. Karma in blue-striped flannel. This was exactly why she never gambled. But now that she’d made the last bet she’d ever make, she needed to face facts.
    Matching Charlie Goodman was going to be even trickier than she thought.

Chapter Four
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    “The Fluff ’N Fold? I asked you to take me somewhere you’d take a date, and you chose the Fluff ’N Fold?”
    Jane winced at the