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mind’s eye Asher saw the hedge beside her. With Ty directly in her path, dignified retreat was impossible. For all her delicacy of looks, Asher didn’t run from a battle. She linked her fingers, then dragged them apart, annoyed.
    â€œAnd you play Devereux.”
    His acknowledgment was a nod. “Is your father coming?”
    â€œNo.” The answer was flat and brief. Ty had never been one to be put off by a subtle warning.
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œHe’s busy.” She started to move past him, but succeeded only in closing the rest of the distance between them. Maneuvering was one of the best aspects of Ty’s game.
    â€œI’ve never known him to miss one of your major tournaments.” In an old habit he couldn’t resist nor she prevent, he reached for her hair. “You were always his first order of business.”
    â€œThings change,” she responded stiffly. “People change.”
    â€œSo it seems.” His grin was sharp and cocky. “Will your husband be here?”
    â€œEx-husband.” Asher tossed her head to dislodge his hand. “And no.”
    â€œFunny, as I recall he was very fond of tennis.” Casually he set down his bag. “Has that changed too?”
    â€œI need to shower.” Asher had drawn nearly alongside of him before Ty stopped her. His hand slipped to her waist too quickly and too easily.
    â€œHow about a quick set for old times’ sake?”
    His eyes were intense—that oddly compelling color that was half night and half day. Asher remembered how they seemed to darken from the pupils out when he was aroused. The hand at her waist was wide-palmed and long-fingered—a concert pianist’s hand, but it was rough and worked. The strength in it would have satisfied a prizefighter.
    â€œI don’t have time.” Asher pushed to free herself and connected with the rock-hard muscles of his forearm. She pulled her fingers back as though she’d been burned.
    â€œAfraid?” There was mockery and a light threat with the overtones of sex. Her blood heated to the force she had never been able to fully resist.
    â€œI’ve never been afraid of you.” And it was true enough. She had been fascinated.
    â€œNo?” He spread his fingers, drawing her an inch closer. “Fear’s one of the popular reasons for running away.”
    â€œI didn’t run,” she corrected him. “I left.” Before you did, she added silently. For once, she had outmaneuvered him.
    â€œYou still have some questions to answer, Asher.” His arm slid around her before she could step back. “I’ve waited a long time for the answers.”
    â€œYou’ll go on waiting.”
    â€œFor some,” he murmured in agreement. “But I’ll have the answer to one now.”
    She saw it coming and did nothing. Later she would curse herself for her passivity. But when he lowered his mouth to hers, she met it without resistance. Time melted away.
    He had kissed her like this the first time—slowly, thoroughly, gently. It was another part of the enigma that a man so full of energy and turbulence could show such sensitivity. His mouth was exactly as Asher remembered. Warm, soft, full. Perhaps she had been lost the first time he had kissed her—drawn to the fury—captured by the tenderness. Even when he brought her closer, deepening the kiss with a low-throated groan, the sweetness never diminished.
    As a lover he excelled because beneath the brash exterior was an underlying and deep-rooted respect for femininity. He enjoyed the softness, tastes and textures of women, and instinctively sought to bring them pleasure in lovemaking. As an inherent loner, it was another contradiction that Ty saw a lover as a partner, never a means to an end. Asher had sensed this from the first touch so many years ago. Now she let herself drown in the kiss with one final coherent thought. It had been so long.
    Her