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look?”
    Glory Ethel wasn’t the nervous type. As she
stood on the front porch of the Rakestraw house, smoothing
imaginary wrinkles in her dress, he wanted to grab her arm and
run.
    “You look great, Mother.”
    She patted his cheek. “So do you. Every woman
should have a son so handsome.” She straightened her shoulders.
“You can ring the bell now.”
    Just Sam’s luck, Molly answered the door. It
was the first time a woman had ever left him breathless. He was
only vaguely aware of his mother saying something about Jed and
disappearing down the hall.
    What was that thing Molly was wearing? It
looked like it was woven with moonbeams. And the way it clung to
her ought to be against the law. At first he thought the dress was
blue, and then he thought it was silver. Finally he decided it was
magic.
    My God, not only was the woman a hellion, she
was also a sorceress. Fortunately, he knew exactly how to deal with
them.
    Bending gallantly at the waist, he took her
hand between both of his. “My dear, it’s been entirely too
long.”
    Sliding one hand up her arm and turning her
palm toward him, he planted a lingering kiss against her skin and
had the satisfaction of feeling goose bumps rise on her arm.
    His about-face was a surprise to Molly.
Fortunately she adored surprises. She threw back her head, and her
laughter was as bright as the flashy baubles she wore around her
neck.
    “Too long for what, Samuel?”
    Straightening, he smiled down at her. “Too
long to leave a hellion like you alone.”
    “What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll think of a
diabolical way to pierce that armor you wear?”
    He smiled. “No. Too long without a rein.”
    “A rein?”
    “Yes.” He reached out and tipped her chin up
with one finger. “I discovered long ago that there’s only one way
to deal with women like you, Molly.”
    She’d be darned if she’d ask what. Neither
would she pay any attention to the fresh set of goose bumps he sent
skittering over her flesh. She lifted her jaw and glared at
him.
    “The only way to handle you, my dear, is to
tame you.”
    “Tame me?” She jerked out of his grasp.
“Tame me!”
She stalked down the hallway. When she reached
the marble-topped hall table she whirled around and faced him. “I’d
just like to see you try!”
    He leaned nonchalantly against the doorjamb
and smiled at her. But it was not a smile of mirth. It was the
cold, deadly smile of a man out to do battle.
    “I’d advise you not to issue challenges, my
dear. I find them impossible to resist.”
    “That’s not all you’re liable to find
impossible to resist before this is over.” She put her hands on her
hips. Her color was high and her eyes sparkled with wrath.
    “Anger becomes you, Venus.”
    She gave him a mock bow. “Thank you.”
    “Don’t thank me yet.” He moved slowly toward
her, pinning her to the spot with his hot, dark eyes. “But you can
come closer. I find it impossible to tame a woman who is halfway
across the room.”
    She watched his relentless march across the
hall. It put her in mind of Sherman’s devastating sweep through the
South. She stood her ground. She wasn’t Atlanta, and she wasn’t
about to be burned.
    He didn’t stop coming until he was so close
she could feel his pant leg brushing against her thigh. Maybe she
should have worn leather. But who could have predicted this
assault?
    She steeled herself. “Why don’t you come
closer? I don’t bite.”
    Her defiance amused him.
    “Neither do I, my wicked Venus, but I have
been known to make even the bold quiver in their boots.”
    She lifted one long and beautiful leg, just
slightly, just enough to cause that moonbeam dress to slither
enticingly and bare a portion of calf. “As you can see, I’m not
wearing boots.”
    He stared at that lovely leg just a fraction
too long. Her satisfied smile told him so. It wouldn’t do to let
her get the upper hand, even for a minute.
    “I wouldn’t advise you to play with fire. You
might singe a