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and promising way. Everything that was male in him stirred and quickened.
Hell, he needed her out of here fast, or all his resolution—
    “Just one kiss?” she asked, and her eyes and lips added
their pleas. “A kiss for the road? A kiss to build a dream on?”
    “You beguiling little tempter…” He could no more resist her
adorable little mouth, on offer in bewitching innocence, than he could have
resisted that ice-cold beer to ease his parched, sawdust-coated throat.
    Just one kiss. What harm could it do?
    They gravitated together. He placed his hands on her hips in
awe and wonder and she put hers on his shoulders. The sweetness of her lips on
his and her eagerness for his touch and the hesitant prodding of her tongue
into his mouth all conspired to undo him, as his blood caught fire and his
erection grew and stiffened. He gave up any pretense at noble celibacy and
yanked her hard against him.
    She didn’t fight it, melding against him in a nanosecond.
Her tongue hesitated no longer as she explored his mouth, and he couldn’t keep
his hand off her breast, over her top, under it…oh god, the sweet illicit flesh
of her breast, her nipple hard beneath his fingers, the enticing, dangerous
heat of her crotch as she pressed herself against his erection. In seconds he
could be deep inside all her beautiful willing heat—
    If he didn’t have some faint remnant of integrity.
    Or had a goddamn condom.
    He shoved her away, as easily as tearing off his arm.
    Her open mouth quivered, her eyes flashed with pain and
rejection.
    “Just one kiss,” he reminded her, his voice raw with
desperation. He placed his hands on her shoulders, holding her at arm’s length
and forced himself to lean forward and drop a chaste kiss on her forehead.
    “Corbett—” God, the pain in her voice tore right through
him.
    “I’ll write.” He shifted her roughly about and shoved her
toward the door. “Now go catch your damn plane.”
    She stood in the doorway, all heat and anger and looking so
enticingly disheveled, both physically and emotionally, desire and sexuality
and resentment oozing from every pore.
    “Tara, honey? You here?”
    Leo .
    Corbett’s erection evaporated and Tara gasped and with a few
deft movements had her hair in place and her anguish tucked safely away.
    “In here, Daddy,” she called out, cheerful and innocent. She
swung the door open. “I was saying goodbye to Corbett.”
    Leo joined them, genial and unsuspicious. “You better run on
home and get ready to go, sweetie. Your mother’ll have my hide if you miss that
plane.”
    Tara nodded and sent Corbett a last look of longing before
running off.
    Leo shook his head. “Though I have to say, I wish to god she
would miss it. Won’t be the same without her around.”
    “I know what you mean, sir.” He willed the man not to notice
the two beers.
    The two of them stood listening as the motorcycle started up
and the sound diminished into the night.
    “Knock off for the night, would you, Joe? It’s late, and I
don’t pay you overtime.”
    “I just want to get it done.”
    “Aw, you’re too much like me.” Leo gave a resigned shake of
his head and left.
    Corbett resisted the urge to empty the rest of Tara’s beer
down his pants. Hell, when he was done he’d drive up to Island View Beach and
take a midnight swim.
    Once Leo’s car was out of earshot and all was silent in the
workshop, Corbett tried to focus on attaching the cabinet doors. He found his
screwdriver and positioned the first hinge, then paused to listen through the
sound of crickets outside.
    Footsteps crunching across the gravel. Christ! It was like
rush hour here tonight.
    Tim Jarmin stepped into the workshop. Damn the man.
Everything that Corbett wasn’t. Master carpenter. Self-assured. Leo’s
right-hand man.
    And no prison record.
    Jarmin’s blond good looks didn’t help to endear him to
Corbett either. Or his easy charm. The charm that disappeared when the two of
them were