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libido and held the passenger
door open for her. She climbed up to settle on the wide leather seat and he
stared at the curve of her leg for a moment before closing the door. She was a
pretty tempting package, but he was always the one in control. No woman tempted
him to do anything he didn’t want them to, even if he let them believe it was
their idea. He’d just focus on the game if he was to see to Chapman’s concerns.
    He got in, started the engine and headed toward the
perimeter road. “Where to?”
    “Just follow this road around the lake, Rick.”
    Damn but he liked the way she said his name. Clear like a
bell with a touch of huskiness. He shifted in his seat. Suddenly the supple
leather upholstery wasn’t so comfortable. Jeez, they were only talking and his
body reacted. He could smell her. A subtle blend of citrus and flowers, either
perfume or the soap she’d used.   The scent was light but potent. Man.
    After about ten minutes she pointed out a turn-off to the
right. They followed a winding road which led through the woody growth toward
what looked like little more than a sprawling shack by the lakeside.
    He stopped the SUV next to a rusty beat-up truck and turned
to her. “Here?”
    She nodded. “This is The Boathouse.”
    He eyed the building and its surroundings. A restaurant
with a name like that in Boston would be pricey and surrounded by expensive
yachts. This one boasted a lone dock to the rear with a few small boats
tethered to it. But lights shone inside the shack and he could hear music on
the warm air as he stepped out of the car. Before he could reach Harmony’s door
she opened it and jumped out. He waved her in front of him and locked the SUV
with a click of his key chain while he followed her. Walking behind her wasn’t
a hardship, either. She had a sweet behind he could look at all night.
    The Boathouse was loud and crowded and filled with wooden
picnic tables. The hostess showed them to one near the wide screened windows
and he sat on the bench across from Harmony. It felt like they were still
outside; the chirps and croaks of whatever lived in the woods were loud through
the screen and the air was still thick. The fans above did little to cool the
place. A waitress stopped by the table and handed Harmony a menu.
    Harmony paused and glanced at him. “Trust me?”
    He felt a stab of guilt at her simple question. Yeah, he
knew she had an agenda. But at least hers wasn’t a hidden one like his. “Sure.”
    She smiled, a sly expression that did amazing things to her
mouth. “We’ll start with two of the specials,” she told the waitress.
    The waitress nodded. “And to drink?”
    “A beer.” Harmony raised her brows and looked at him.
    He grinned. “Make that two.”
    She didn’t say much as they waited for their food. Their
beer was soon served, cold and frosty in the bottle, and he drank deeply. He
didn’t know what the special was, but the aromas filling the place made his
stomach growl. Spices and salt and the smells of frying grease made his mouth
water. Well that, and the girl sitting across from him.
    “Do you come here a lot?” he asked.
    “That sounds like a line.”
    He tilted his head. “A lame one.”
    She laughed softly. “Yes, I do. You haven’t been here
before?”
    He shook his head. “No. Last year when The Clubhouse was
built we stayed over at the beach. It was easier to grab a bite on the way out
there.”
    Harmony nodded and drank some more of her beer. A drop of
foam decorated the little indent on her upper lip and he pointed to his own. “You
have a little… ”
    She touched her mouth and he swallowed a groan as she
licked the foam off her finger. He shifted again. God, this bench was hard.
    The food soon came, sparing him any more embarrassment over
his extreme response to her mouth. The dish held pieces of meat that looked
like chicken nuggets, batter-fried and served with a trio of sauces.
    Harmony popped a piece into her mouth and chewed.