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finished their melon and gone on to small salads and cold chicken sandwiches Micki was glad she’d decided on a spaghetti-strapped sundress that morning. The July sun was brassy in a cloud-free blue sky. Even with the sea breeze wafting under the awning, by one o’clock the heat drove them indoors.
    By the time Cindy had filled Micki in on the comings and goings of their friends and Micki had imparted her own news about her job and her plans to make her home permanently in Ocean City, most of the afternoon was gone.
    After agreeing to have dinner with Cindy and Benny one evening, Micki left, cautioning Cindy to get plenty of rest to combat the enervating effects of the heat.
    Driving through the shimmering heat waves that rose from the street, Micki reflected on what Cindy had told her about their mutual friends. They had really scattered—one as far away as Alaska. But Tony Menella was back. After finishing college, he had gone to work for a large advertising firm in Trenton, but a little over a year ago he’d packed it in and come home. He was working in Atlantic City, but he was living in Ocean City, much the same as Micki herself would now be doing.
    Into her own thoughts, she stopped at an intersection when a car cut in front of her and, glancing up, let her gaze skim over the area. Idly she studied a new motel on the opposite corner. Very classy, she was thinking when she was startled alert by the opening of her passenger side door.
    “What in the—!” Micki began, head swinging around. The words shriveled on her lips as she saw a long, lean frame settle into the seat next to her and felt the impact of the odd, silver-gray eyes of Wolf Renninger.
    “It’s safe to drive on now.”
    The soft, taunting words broke through the shock gripping her mind and by reflex Micki started the car.
    Her mental process was set into motion at the same time. Anger searing her mind, she glanced around sharply for a parking space. She wasn’t hauling his carcass anywhere.
    “Pull into this lot here.” The taunting edge to his tone was more pronounced, as if he’d read her thoughts and was amused by them.
    Gritting her teeth, Micki glanced in the direction he’d indicated and saw it was the parking lot belonging to the motel she’d been looking at.
    “But I can’t park on that lot it’s—”
    “It’s all right,” Wolf interrupted, “I work there.”
    Angrily Micki spun the wheel and drove the car onto the lot, following his terse directions to a section marked EMPLOYEES PARKING—PRIVATE. The moment the car was stationary Micki turned to face him, blue eyes shooting bright sparks of anger.
    “Now just what do you think you’re doing?”
    “Hello, Micki.” Wolfs soft voice laughed at her. “It’s been a long time.”
    “Not nearly long enough,” Micki snapped acidly. “Why did you get into the car? What do you want?”
    The smile that curved his sometimes hard, always sensuous lips sent a shiver racing along Micki’s spine and she gripped the steering wheel to keep her hands from trembling.
    “I want to talk to you,” Wolf replied smoothly. “And look at you.”
    “You’ve had your look,” she said sharply. It was true. From the minute he’d entered the car his eyes had clung to her face like a beauty mask and it was making her very edgy. “So talk.”
    “Not here, it’s too hot and I’d hate to see you melt all over the upholstery.” That unnerving smile touched his mouth briefly. “Come with me, I have an apartment in the complex.” The taunting laugh came back into his tone. “Or are you afraid?”
    “Afraid of you?” Micki knew it was foolish to accept his challenge, but she also knew she had to prove something to him—and herself. Swinging open her car door with a flourish, she quipped, “Lead the way to your lair, Wolf. Or is it den?”
    His soft laughter did strange things to her equilibrium, and for that reason only she allowed him the liberty of taking her arm.
    He led her through a