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it?” He got his fingers involved in the light massage, the touch smoothing along the place where her bra straps rested, as if he was testing out her clothes to see how much he’d need to remove to get her naked.
    Or was that wishful thinking on her part?
    “It kind of clouds my thinking,” she admitted, wondering if he’d hypnotized her with sex at some point. She definitely felt the potent power of suggestion right now.
    “Mine too, but I like that feeling, Mel.” He let his hands fall to his sides and took a step back. “Just make sure you let me know when we can start touching again.”
    She blinked, confused at the loss of his touch since her hormones were running wild. Clearing her throat, she tried to shake off the longing that weighed down her limbs. She needed to pull herself together. Stop acting like a love-starved teenager and remember what she was here to do—prove to Grady Hollis that the wedding was a mistake. Something she’d never do if she kept swooning every time he touched her, for crying out loud.
    Marching over to her backpack to retrieve a nice, cold drink in an effort to cool herself off, Melanie noticed the whole thing was moving.
    What the hell?
    Her overstuffed backpack wriggled backward as if trying to get away from her.
    “Grady?” she called, stopping in her tracks. What if there was a giant python under the pack? Or a baby alligator? Gators were known to hang out around central Florida watering holes.
    Keeping a wary eye on the green canvas bag, she backed up a step and ran smack into Grady.
    “What is it?” He reached toward the bag before she could warn him.
    He slid the sack toward them but the bag resisted, a little yellow furry tail wagging free from the side pocket. A canine tail, for sure. Laughing, Grady tugged the bag harder and revealed…
    A fluffy Golden Retriever pup. The puppy rolled free from the bag, flipping over twice before popping up onto all fours again. Fearless in the face of discovery, the matted, dirty bundle barked twice, tail wagging so fast the furry butt moved in time.
    “Oh, look!” Melanie was already reaching for the animal when Grady stopped her.
    “Wait up.” He pulled a hand towel out of the bag and passed the length of terrycloth to her. “Use this to hold it.”
    “He’s not that dirty,” she insisted, wanting to snuggle it in spite of herself. “How cute is he?”
    “What if it’s rabid?” Grady used the towel to carefully lift the wriggling pup and get a better look at it as he held the dog at an awkward arm’s length. “Better not let those little teeth get close. And it looks like a ‘her’ to me.”
    “Rabid?” Chuckling, she plucked the puppy from his arms and promptly got a lick on the chin. “She’s acting mighty friendly if you ask me.” Melanie lifted the pup’s gum and checked the tiny teeth. “She can’t be but two to three months old. Most places a puppy can’t get rabies vaccinations until they’re at least twelve weeks old. I learned that on one of my temp jobs once answering phones at a vet clinic, but you can look it up on your awesome phone if you want.” She couldn’t resist the last jab.
    “Ha, funny.” He cocked an eyebrow at her, already typing away on his cell anyhow.
    “And while you’re at it, look up the nearest vet clinic so we can get flea prevention,” she clicked through the details, for once in her comfort zone and feeling confident about something around this man, “a good dewormer, puppy vaccinations and check for a microchip.”
    “Dewormer?” He glanced at the pup in horror.
    Finally, she’d rattled him. Who would have thought it would be over canine parasites? She stifled a slightly hysterical laugh. “Haven’t you ever had a dog?”
    “No, I can’t say that I have,” he said softly without looking up from the cell. “My parents said we spent too much time on the road with my sports and it wouldn’t be fair to the dog. And now’s no different so I don’t have a