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me. What is that about? I love Kate, love my brother. She’s my best friend, and…” She threw her hands up helplessly and let them fall back down.
    “And this is an adventure she’s on that you aren’t a part of.”
    Maggie’s mouth dropped open a moment as she digested his words.
    “You’ll be there, obviously, as the sister and friend,” he continued, “but this is something that is hers, separate from you, something you don’t have. Something you want, perhaps.”
    “It’s not like I’m falling apart because I don’t have a man in my life, and a baby on the way. My life is just fine,” she said defensively. Even though she knew, deep down, what he was saying was true.
    “I never said it wasn’t,” he said simply. “Doesn’t mean that sometimes you don’t want more. Or different. Especially when you see someone else who is so obviously happy.”
    “Turn here,” she said as they came up to the road she lived on. “There, on the left.”
    Spencer pulled into the driveway and, after parking, killed the engine. “Nice house. You grew up here, right?”
    “Yeah, Cal and I moved back in when Dad got sick. After Cal bought the building in town, he moved out again. I should probably get my own place, too, but hate the thought of leaving Mom alone in this big old house.”
    He nodded. “Your mom’s coming back tomorrow from where?”
    “She was visiting my aunt in Florida. She’s gone there a few times since Dad…” she swallowed heavily, “since Dad passed away.”
    He unbuckled and got out of the car then circled the front to her door. She let him help her out as she hung onto her shoes and purse. He kept his hand on her elbow, guiding her to the porch. She rifled through her purse for her keys, then unlocked and opened the front door.
    “Thanks again for the ride.” Maggie dropped her belongings on the floor inside and looked up at him. In the dim light, his eyes were intense, and completely focused on her.
    “My pleasure.”
    His husky voice incited shivers up her spine.
    “And for listening,” she added. “I really appreciate it. I’ve been feeling like this for a while, and I normally would talk to Kate.” She shrugged helplessly. “It was good to just say it out loud, and I can’t really do that with…well, you know.”
    “Yeah, I know.” He reached up and tucked some hair that had fallen loose behind her ear.
    Maggie closed her eyes at the warm brush of his fingers and let out a shuddery breath. She realized she was leaning into his touch, but couldn’t bring herself to pull away.
    “Just how drunk are you?” he asked, his voice a whisper in the darkness.
    “Not drunk, just a tad tipsy.” She slowly opened her eyes. “And it’s wearing off quickly. Why?”
    “Wanted to know how guilty I should feel later for this.”
    He stepped closer and, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulled her body flush with his. With his other hand, he cupped the back of her head. Maggie’s heart beat wildly as his head descended. Her mind raced then all thought vanished when his firm lips touched hers.
    His fingers flexed, loosening the twist her hair was in. Maggie sighed, opening her mouth to his gently prodding tongue. As he slid inside, heat burst within her, and she pressed her thighs together as need coiled tightly in her core. She lifted her hands to his cheeks, sighing in his mouth as stubble abraded her palms. Spence pulled the pins from her hair and the tresses fell like a curtain over her shoulders and down her back. Cupping her hands behind his head, Maggie walked backward into the house, her mouth never leaving his.
    Once inside, she used her foot to swing the door shut. The sound echoed through the foyer and Spence pulled back slightly. Maggie forced her eyes open and, heavy-lidded, met his gaze. His breathing harsh, he rested his forehead against hers and dropped his hands to her hips.
    “Maggie,” he whispered, then brushed his lips against her mouth, once, twice. “Damn,