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looking for in her life, someone who understood her.  Ty’s mouth told her he was her match.
    He sensed her surrender and sent his tongue to probe and caress. An elemental excitement poured through her veins. His intimate kiss was a heady champagne that both satisfied, yet made her thirsty. His hands found the zipper of her jacket, and he ran it down and spread his fingers over her back to pull her against him more tightly. She wore only a light cotton T-shirt, and the warmth and strength of his hands burned through the thin material, exploring, discovering the place on her back where there should have been a bra clip and wasn't.
    His own jacket hung open, and the crush of his body on her breasts and the intimate way he cradled his hips to hers tantalized her with the heady thought that lying under him would be sheer ecstasy…
    "No.  You don’t know me.  No one does."   A willow twig snapped under her foot. The sound cracked in the silent night.
    "Wait a minute." A hand on her shoulder caught her, turned her around. "One minute you're acting like a normal human being, and the next, you’re a horse with a bur under its saddle."
    "What's the matter?" She lifted her head and stared at him in the dark, seeing nothing but a tall, angry shape. "Didn't your little game plan work the way you thought it would? Didn't Claire Foster's daughter fall into your arms the way she was supposed to?"
    "What are you talking about?"
    Pale with anger, her body tense under the hand to that still held her, she said, "I'm talking about your grand plan to seduce Claire Foster's daughter.  After all, she ought to be worth it. Her mother was the most celebrated lay in Hollywood."
    “Leigh, stop it.  You can’t think I’d be that calculating.  There is no grand plan.  There are just two people, enjoying the moonlight.”
    "Was that what it was?"
    He held her for a moment, and then he said, "We need to talk about this."
    "There's nothing to talk about."
    "Oh, yes, there is.”
    “All right. Just let go of me."
    He did as she asked.  She was free.  “I can’t let you walk away from me thinking I was that…heartless…or stupid." His voice was as crisp and cool as the air that moved over her cheek.  “Maybe a cup of coffee in your apartment might be more conducive to reasonable conversation.”
    “I’m all for reasonable conversation,” she said, surprising him. 
    “I’m glad to hear it.”  He didn't touch her again.  The brisk walk back through the chilly air had the effect of a cold shower on Leigh, and by the time they had climbed the stairs and she unlocked the door, she was reasonably in control.
    She turned on the lights quickly, dispelling any illusion of intimacy. She crossed to the kitchenette and filled the carafe with clean water and was pouring it through when she heard the click of the door that told her he had come inside and closed it.
    The small round kitchen table was loaded down with her book bag and the pile of papers that had to be read and corrected before Monday. She pushed them aside and made two places, laying out placemats and cups and saucers.
    "Don't fuss."
    "I'm not," she said shortly, keeping her back to him, searching for the paper napkins in a middle drawer. She found them, they were pink, left over from the Easter dinner she had served Hunt. She folded them in neat triangles and tucked them under the spoons.
    Her voice cool and polite, she asked, "Milk or sugar?"
    "Just milk."
    The water had dripped through, and she flipped the switch, turning on the warmer. She lifted the carafe and turned to the table to pour the steaming brown liquid into the cups.
    There was nothing left to do but sit down beside him. He had already seated himself, and he looked completely at home, lounging on the wooden chair with his feet thrust forward, stretched to full length and crossed at the ankles.
    As she waited for him to say something, she slipped out of her jacket and hung it over the back of her chair. He