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him on top of her. Or tried to.  
    Needed to.
    Nicky took a shuddering breath, ignoring the images clamoring inside her head of what she really wanted to do. It wasn’t embarrassment that sent the next tidal wave of color hurtling through her body. It was lust. Dear God, she needed to get out of here fast. She lunged for the door opening, gagging as her seatbelt locked her into place.  
    Sam smothered a laugh.
    Glaring at the heartthrob standing in the parking garage, she tried to concentrate on something other than her hormones. Breathing. That would do it. Sucking a great lungful of air into her body, she tried to ignore him. It wasn’t working.
    “Come on, Nicky. I promise not to tell anyone you’ve got the hots for me.”
    “ Hots ? I don’t have the hots for you. You took advantage of a dream, that’s all.” Throwing her legs out the door, she stood up and straightened her blouse. The wet mouth mark on the edge of her right breast sent another rush of heat to her face. “Like I said. There’s something going on in that mind of yours if you dream about smooching a man senseless.”
    “My point exactly,” Nicky huffed. “A man. Not you. Waking up with your face inches from mine confused me. You were a convenient pair of lips, that’s all.”
      “I don’t believe one word that’s spouting from your mouth,” Sam grinned. “Let’s go Pinocchio, before your nose gets so long you won’t be able to move.”  
    She jumped out of his way as he leaned toward her. This was so not going to plan.
    “Just shutting the door.” He looked like a cat that had gobbled a tasty mouse. “Let’s get you tucked up safely in your new apartment before you start experimenting on someone else.”
    “It was not an experiment, it was a dream,” Nicky growled.
    “Whatever you say.” Sam walked toward the elevator, throwing his keys in the air and whistling some tuneless wonder that set her nerves on edge.  
    “What about my suitcases?” she yelled.
    “They’re already upstairs.”
    She frowned at his retreating back. Dragging her feet toward the elevator, she watched him push the button. She wouldn’t mention the lip sucking kiss again. The best and only way to deal with his face stuck to her chest was to pretend it didn’t happen.  
    Pulling back her shoulders, she walked into the elevator, watching the little green light as they rose to the fifth floor. Her glance slid across to Sam. Leaning back against the metal wall, with his hands jammed in his jean pockets, he stared straight back at her. His eyes crinkled at the corners, lit with a mischievous gleam that spelt double trouble for her plans. It looked like she’d have to pretend for both of them. “When do you want me to start work?”
    His amused grin slipped into professional mode. “How about I pick you up at ten o’clock tomorrow?”
    “Sunday?”
    “Do you have a problem working on a weekend,” Sam asked, “or is it just your imagination that likes working overtime?”
    A wash of red blurred her vision. If the man had any common sense he’d realize just how productive her mind could be. For good and evil. And there were some positively black thoughts shooting poison arrows at her elevator buddy. Taking a deep breath, she visualized sixty thousand dollars wiped off her mortgage. Sixty thousand reasons why she should kick those evil thoughts out of her mind and concentrate on why she’d been brought to Montana.  
    Working on a Sunday was the least of her worries. With a tight smile, she said, “No, I don’t have a problem working at the weekend.”
    “Fine.” The elevator pinged open and he followed her into the corridor. “Number one, on the left.” Reaching into his back pocket he took out an electronic key card, handing it to her. “This will get you into your apartment. There’s a separate key that operates the electronic doors of the garage. I’ll give you that at work on Monday, with a company car to use while you’re