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daughter again and I’ll have your butt in jail, you pervert.”
    “She’s of legal age. She can make her own decisions.”
    “She’s not making this one. Stay away from my daughter, Harrison.” She punctuated her words by poking her finger at his chest.
    He grabbed both of her upper arms, holding her still. “Why are you so upset?”
    “Because you’re old enough to be her father and you’re probably insane.”
    He smiled slightly. “At least you said ‘probably.’ I’m making progress.”
    She wanted to kick him. Hard. Where were these violent thoughts coming from?
    His hard eyes gentled. “I don’t want to have sex with Natasha.”  
    “You don’t?”  
    “I don’t.”
    She blew out a breath of air. “You meant me to think that.”
    “Yes.”
    “So that I would sacrifice myself to save my daughter from you.”
    “I hadn’t viewed it in quite that light, but yes.”
    “This honesty thing works both ways. Don’t play games and don’t lie to me.”  
      He tilted his head slightly, studying her. “You are an interesting woman, Julie Dancer.”  
    “Not really.” Ask her ex-husband Jack. “I’m actually kind of boring.”
    He laughed, an almost rusty sound that flowed through her like water over sugar, dissolving the residue of her anger. Then he grasped her arms, and with a smooth motion pulled her against his chest and kissed her.  
    Harry’s lips weren’t awkward or hesitant. He kissed her like he knew her. Like he had kissed her a thousand times before and her mouth was a welcome home. Julie kissed him back, seduced by the sense of belonging. Her tongue whispered across the inside of his lower lip and then went back for a slower, longer taste. Something suspiciously like a purr vibrated from her throat. He was addictive. She was in trouble.
    The purr, or maybe it was her tongue, had the same effect as a blowtorch on dry firewood. The kiss went up in flames.  
    She was suddenly arched over Harrison’s arm, her breasts pressed into his chest. His hand cradled the back of her head and his lips covered hers, hard and hot. Julie’s circulatory system went haywire. Blood rushed so quickly through her heart that it pounded like a jackhammer and yet that same blood pooled and settled with a slow heated pulse between her legs. She had no chance to respond to the kiss before he eased his mouth away and took an unsteady breath. He gently nipped at her lip and then soothed the small sting his tongue. When he did it again, she circled his neck with her arms and tugged. “Harder,” she commanded. “Kiss me harder.”
    “Julie.” Harry’s arms tightened.
    Her name, a rough murmur that was both a plea and a prayer, reached inside her like a fist and pulled out a hunger that she hadn’t known was there. She pushed closer, lost in the sensation, lost in him. Violins sounded in the air around them and fireworks filled the sky. Julie broke away and took a step back, breathing hard. Harrison’s chest rose and fell as furiously as hers. He tracked her movements, his eyes glowing like amber coals. Why had she ended the kiss? She took a step back toward him.
    “Mom!” Tasha burst out onto the deck. “Did you see those fireworks? I haven’t seen anything that amazing since we went to Detroit for the Freedom Festival. It’s not even dark and you could see them light up the sky.”
    Julie turned toward her daughter and shook her head to clear it. “You saw actual fireworks?”
    “And heard violins.” Tash looked across the yard. “Is Dorie learning to play the violin again?”
    Julie dropped down, directly on the deck, and buried her head in her lap.
    “Yoga? Now?” Tash asked uncertainly.
    Hiding her head in her lap did not block out her thoughts. With a sigh, Julie looked up at Harrison. The heat had banked and his eyes now held a hint of amusement. “Did you do that? The fireworks, the violins?” She braced herself for the answer.
    He shook his head. “No.”
    Her shoulders sagged