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you don’t forget how to have fun, too.”
    “And you’re a connoisseur of a good time?”
    Mimi shrugged. “No date has ever accused me of being boring.”
    “And there have been lots of dates, I suppose.”
    “Enough.”
    Seth ran his gaze over her. “You’re right, Mimi, I doubt you’d ever be accused of being boring.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “Just that you seem to enjoy stirring up things.”
    Mimi bristled. “Things?”
    “Men.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “You know…” He gestured at her hips. “The way you walk.”
    “What about the way I walk?”
    “That little twitch thing you do with your hips. You kind of sway from side to side. And your legs…”
    Mimi felt a smile coming on. The poor man was flustered. “You don’t like my legs, Seth?”
    Seth chuckled sardonically. “My God, your legs could be considered lethal weapons. Especially when you wear those miniskirts at the coffee shop.”
    “So you’ve noticed my skirts?”
    “It’s hard not to. Every man in the place is staring at you. Why do you think the café does such successful business?”
    Mimi laughed mischievously. She should save Seth from himself, but she was having too much fun. “I thought it was my ‘hot brownie delight.’”
    * * *
    Seth undid the top button of his shirt. Hot brownie delight—jeez. It was her hot little body every man in the place wanted. Didn’t she have any idea how appealing she was? He’d seen men order desserts just to finagle the chance to talk to her.
    And how had their conversation turned to underwear and Mimi’s dynamite legs?
    He was supposed to be comforting her, not making a fool of himself by acting like the other lust-struck men in the place. And there were plenty.
    Mimi was Hannah’s little sister, and he felt compelled to protect her.
    “Hey, Seth, they’re playing a great dance number.”
    Her green eyes sparkled in challenge, a snappy Ricky Martin tune drifting through the speakers. “Wanna dance? No, let me guess, you don’t.”
    He didn’t, but he’d be damned if he’d admit it. He reached for her had and dragged her to the dance floor. “I told you I’m not always predictable.”
    Mimi’s laughter was infectious and so were her moves. He tried to copy the sexy swaying of her hips and body, and found himself transfixed by the heat in her eyes. One button, then two, came undone on his jacket as he strove for air on the crowded dance floor. When the fast song ended, Faith Hill’s sexy voice purred out the slow tune “Breathe.” He took Mimi in his arms and they swayed together, her body pressed intimately into the hard planes of his, her breath whispering against his neck. His heart pounded as her breasts pressed against him.
    Seth tried to stifle his body’s reaction, but that damned perfume of hers invaded his senses, turning his brain into a fuzzy mess, his body into a hard, aching ball of need.
    They danced until the lights dimmed, until the music stopped, as if both of them were prolonging the evening, avoiding going to the room.
    “I’m hungry,” Mimi said, her slender hand curled on his chest. “Let’s take some dessert and coffee to the room.”
    He cupped the back of her neck with his hand, gently massaging the area. “Sounds good to me.”
    She ordered a hot fudge sundae, along with strawberries and whipped cream, and he led her toward the elevator, the sounds of the staff’s voices echoing from the deserted bar behind them. Tension hummed through the dark hotel room as they entered. Rich oak furniture filled the space, plush carpeting blanketed the floors, a Jacuzzi in the corner drew his eye, and a single king-size bed draped in gold velvet loomed in the middle.
    It would be a mistake to share that bed. Sleeping with Mimi was never in the plans. Not an option.
    So why did he suddenly feel obsessed with the idea?
    He drank his coffee, instead. He’d never thought eating especially sexual, just a routine necessary for life functions—until