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standards any longer.
    Putting in enough cash to cover the meal and tip, he then placed it back in the center. “May I escort you to your room?”
    Smiling, she said, “I’d say that isn’t necessary, but I feel like you’d argue that point.”
    After he rose, he then pushed his chair in, then went around to hers. “I would. See how well you’ve gotten to know me?”
    Laughing, she stood as he slipped her chair back. “I’m trying to figure out what decade you’re from so that I can send a few other men back to it.”
    “I know my male counterparts and you’d have to drug them in order to get them to board the time machine.” He walked out of the restaurant with her and headed toward the elevators. He had the urge to take her hand so he could feel how soft it was, but he didn’t.
    “You’re probably right. Especially the ones I’ve been dating.” She glanced away, not before he caught the look of frustration in her features. The corners of her lips were tight.
    The elevator dinged, then the thick doors parted.
    “What kind of men were they?” He allowed her to step in first, then followed. He was very interested in the type of guys she went out with. Rich, was what he expected her to say.
    “Losers. With good intentions, but…” She shrugged, keeping her focus on the numbers as they changed with each floor passed.
    “You deserve better.”
    She turned her head and smiled at him. “My mother has told me that my radar has been on the fritz all my life.”
    The doors opened and they started in the direction of her room.
    He wondered how she perceived him. Other’s opinion of him never meant anything, but maybe because his desire for Kiera was so strong it made him curious. “Maybe just bad timing.”
    “Maybe.” She stopped at her room and faced him. “I really enjoyed dinner. Thank you.”
    “It was my pleasure.” He stood before her, telling himself to walk away. But, he wanted to kiss her. A woman he barely knew and one who would be out of his life and state in the morning. That bit of knowledge didn’t stop the urge. “I’m sure you’re tired after the day you’ve had and need to get yourself some rest.”
    “I should.” Blindly, she reached behind her and grasped the doorknob.
    He thought she’d say good night and go in. However, she leaned against it, her gaze still on his face. There was too much going on in her expression for him to know what she was thinking. The last thing he wanted to do was read the wrong cue and get slapped. He stepped away, but paused when he heard her speak.
    “Usually when I find myself compelled to do something impulsive I know the guy longer than three hours.”
    Arching a brow at her, he allowed his gaze to travel from her lovely face to the toes of her expensive flats and back up, taking in everything—recording it all for memory retrieval later. “What are you feeling led to do?”
    She moved away from the door, leaving only a foot between them. “Kiss you.”
    His heart slammed against the backside of his sternum and his palms itched, wanting to touch her. Placing them on her hips, he drew her slowly toward him. “Would it alleviate some of your guilt if I told you I was feeling the same way?”
    “Maybe a little.” She smiled, teasing him as she laid her palms flat on his chest. “It would help a lot more if you proved it.”
    “Definitely.” He leaned in as he lowered his focus to her mouth. She had full, wide lips that seemed to beg him all through dinner to kiss them.
    Halting his progress less than a breath away, he inhaled and took in everything. The warmth from her skin and her fragrance. It reminded him of some wild Madagascar vanilla that had spilled out all over the tarmac from a shipment. It was a raw, sweet smell that had stuck with him all day. He knew the aroma from Kiera would stay with him for days, possibly weeks.
    Bold, she closed the small space he’d left, then rested her lips against his.
    He groaned. Lifting a hand, he