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fading daylight. "I'd like to see you again," he said, silently scolding himself for sounding like an awkward junior high kid.
    "I'm only here for a few more days, but . . . ." She trailed off, avoiding his eyes. He wetted his lips. "Do you have plans tomorrow night?"
    "No plans at all."
    "How about dinner?"
    "When and where?"
    He shifted his weight. "Maybe . . . ." He hesitated. Moments ago, he wouldn't have thought twice about asking her to come to his place—in fact, he was half-tempted to ask her to come home with him that very night—but now he worried he'd made her uncomfortable. "I could cook for you." It was out. There it was. No taking it back. Idiot . To his surprise, she said, "That sounds nice. I'll be there." Her smile backed up her words.
    They walked back up the beach to where he'd parked.
    "I left my car over by First and Arnet," she said as they drove into town. They found her rental and he put the Jeep in park.
    "Let me give you my address." He pulled a pen and a notepad out of his glove box. "My place is a few miles out of town, but it's easy as hell to find."
    "Give me your phone number, too," she said. "Just in case I do get lost." Or in case you decide that I creep you out and you want to cancel . He smiled in spite of his worries and wrote his number below his address. "Trust me, you'll find it." He tore the sheet off and handed it to her. When she took it, her fingers brushed his, lingering

    against his hand just long enough it couldn't have been accidental. He swallowed.
    "Seven o'clock?"
    "Seven o'clock." She smiled.
    "I'll be counting down the hours."
    "As will I." She leaned across the console and kissed him. It started out as just a light kiss, a brief parting gesture, but she didn't pull back.

    She hadn't meant to let their goodbye kiss linger, but she wanted just one last taste of him. She pressed her lips to his once again, and this time he leaned into it, sliding his hand around to the back of her neck. Her defenses melted as he gently parted her lips and drew her tongue against his. A shiver ran down her spine as she caught herself wondering what else he could do with his mouth.
    His lips barely leaving hers, he whispered, "If I don't let you go, we're going to be here all night."
    "Pity." She wrapped her arms around him.
    "I should let you go." He pulled her closer.
    "I should go." She held him tighter.
    His hand rested on the curve of her waist, his fingertips pressing into her gently while his other hand found its way up the back of her neck and into her hair. She desperately wanted him to touch her everywhere, to feel his hands all over her bare skin, but just the gentle, if insistent, way he touched her now was erotic in its own right. Forget tomorrow night . She pulled him closer. His mouth was exquisite against hers. Just tell me you want me to come home with you tonight, Jason. Tell me you want this as much as I do .
    A car door slammed nearby, making both of them jump. Jason looked over his shoulder, then back at her. He kissed her lightly and his arms loosened around her. "I really should let you go."
    She exhaled. "I know."
    He stole one last, brief kiss. "See you at seven tomorrow?"

    "I'll be there."

    Alone in her rental car after Jason's taillights disappeared into the night, Simone cursed under her breath. Anne-Marie's warnings came crashing back into her consciousness. No men. No men. Don't screw this up .
    "Shit," Simone muttered, hitting the steering wheel with the heel of her hand. As irresistible as Jason might be, as delicious as his kiss was, this was a really, really bad idea.

    Chapter Five

    Simone dropped into the chair in Anne-Marie's cabin, staring at the clothes she'd spread all over the bed. She was supposed to meet Jason in less than two hours, but she hadn't packed for a date. She had nothing— nothing —to wear. She didn't pack for a date because she wasn't supposed to be going on any dates. Rubbing her eyes, she groaned.
    So much for Anne-Marie's rules.