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breathless from the tense excitement he created.
    The interior of the Jeep was quiet with the canvas top on, and they could barely hear the traffic noise outside. The heat was stifling, but neither noticed. His dark eyes lanced into her pale ones and even as he looked at her, he moved closer, looming over her, the spicy scent of his cologne filling her nostrils as his mouth began to move down toward hers.
    She felt her nails clench on the expensive fabric of his jacket while her heart tried to climb into her throat. His mouth was very masculine, and it looked hard and ruthless for all its sensuality. She imagined that he knew a lot more about kissing than she did, and the thought of being kissed by Nathanial Lang was far more exciting than she’d ever dreamed. She felt her lips parting for him, waiting, her body in a tense expectation that was suddenly, painfully, shattered by the car that pulled up alongside Nate’s Jeep with a noisy roar.
    Nate sat up, glaring toward the new arrivals. “Just as well, honey,” he said when he noticed Christy’s expression. “What we were leading up to wouldn’t have been appropriate in a public place. I don’t want an audience when I kiss you for the first time.”
    She choked on her own reply, but he only smiled and started the Jeep.
    â€œFasten your seat belt,” he said easily, and pulled out into the road with apparent ease, his expression as relaxed as if he’d been on a leisurely outing with no excitement at all.
    He let Christy out at the dig, and try as she might, she couldn’t quite manage to be as blasé and sophisticated about what had happened as he was being.
    Fortunately for her, George saw them drive up in the Jeep and came loping toward them, all smiles, with a laptop computer under one arm.
    â€œThere you are!” he called to Christy and waved. “I missed you!”
    Nate glared toward him. “George, again,” he murmured darkly. “Does he have radar, do you suppose?”
    â€œHe’s lonely,” she stammered, surprised by his antagonism for the younger man.
    â€œIs he?” He glanced at her curiously and then shrugged. “Well, to each his own. See you later.”
    He let her out and pulled away with a shower of dust, without even looking back. In another man, she might have suspected jealousy. But a man like Nathanial Lang wouldn’t be jealous of her in a million years, and certainly not of sweet egghead George. She turned with a smile painted on her face to listen to what George was rambling on about. But her mind was still on what had happened in the parking lot of the restaurant, her lips hungry for a kiss she’d wanted so desperately and didn’t get.
    Nate’s behavior was puzzling to her. He seemed genuinely interested in her one minute, and he looked at her with such cynicism the next. She didn’t quite know how to take him. She hoped she wasn’t letting herself in for a big heartache. Nate Lang appealed to her. She liked to think that the reverse was also true, but she was going to have to watch her step. He was a worldly man with a real sophistication. She couldn’t afford to fall too deeply under his spell unless she was certain that he felt the same way she was beginning to. Holiday romances might be the norm here, and she might not be the first Eastern tourist to catch Mr. Lang’s sharp eye.
    That thought was so depressing that she gave George a beaming smile, and he returned it with interest, thinking it was the lure of his charm finally getting to her.

Chapter Three
    C hristy had expected Nathanial to ignore her again that night, because he seemed to go from friendly companionship to cold animosity with relative ease where she was concerned. But that evening after supper, he pulled her to one side before George could appropriate her for a chess game in the recreation room.
    â€œDo you dance?” he asked, his level stare