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hard to put him out of my mind. To convince myself that the reason he never came after me was because he knew what I suspected, that our worlds are just too different. The son of an oil tycoon only ends up with a girl from the trailer park for one reason, and we did plenty of that back in Dallas. We’re just two people with a lot of past and no future.
    I only wish someone would tell my body. As his eyes trace the shape of my mouth, I’m ready to drop the damn towel all over again.
    His lips move experimentally as his mouth reacquaints itself with mine. My eyes flutter closed and I rest both hands against his hard chest. Just like I remember.
    Alex pulls me forward until our bodies are pressed tightly together. The old electric zing is still there, strong as ever. The kiss becomes more insistent and my need to feel and taste him grows. He slants his mouth over mine, moaning into the kiss. His tongue sweeps against my lips and I open to him. Hands fist in my messy hair as he delves deeper.
    A nagging voice at the back of my mind tells me I shouldn’t be doing this. But it’s not possible to heed the warning once his hand cups my breast.
    I groan against him and squirm beneath his hand. Two years since I’ve been touched this way. I’d nearly forgotten how uncontrollable lust feels. It has to stop, I know, but I can’t seem to break away.
     His thumb moves across my nipple, finally jolting me enough to break our connection. He reaches for me but I quickly put distance between us. He’s like a lust vortex and every time I’m within arm’s reach, I get sucked in.
    “Charlie.” His voice is deep with desire. It makes me shiver.
    “Stop.” I turn away and shake my head, taking a few calming breaths. It’s easier to think when I’m not standing so close to him. “Why are you here, Alex?”
    “I wanted to see you.”
    I turn back. His eyes are dark in the dim light and his shirt is crumpled from the grasp my fists had on it. “Why?”
    “I don’t know.” He runs a hand through his hair and leans heavily against the stainless-steel door of the refrigerator. “I wasn’t nearby. I drove down here to see you.”
    I bite my lip, trying to rid myself of the tingle he left on them.
    “It’s crazy, I know. We spent one night together years ago. The whole way down, I kept telling myself I was coming to clear the air.” Catching my quizzical look he adds, “The wedding.”
    I nod knowingly. “I was trying not to think about it.”
    Alex pushes against the door and steps toward me. “Then you’ve been doing a better job than me. I haven’t been able to think of anything else since Ken told me he was finally marrying your sister.”
    I hold his gaze. His eyes are every bit as dreamy as they were the first time I met him, when I stumbled into a nest of hydrangea bushes at a party and he rescued me.
    “Why’d you walk out that morning, Charlie?”
    Finally, the question he came to ask.
    I rehearsed my response to this question a thousand times in the weeks following our one-night stand. I planned to tell him it was all a big mistake. That I never should’ve left. But he never called or wrote; never showed up under my window with a boom box and a love song. The truth is, as much as I wanted him to, I never really expected him to come and find me.
     All this time later, maybe the best answer, is the honest one. “You and I…we were never going to work. I just called it early.”
    “That’s funny. I thought we worked pretty well together.” The nature of his tone pulls at my navel.
    “We’re from different worlds, Alex.”
    “C’mon, Charlie. This isn’t the antebellum South. There’s no such thing as the wrong side of the tracks anymore.”
    “Ha! Bring your parent’s to dinner at the trailer park and we’ll see who the delusional one is.”
    “Want to know what I think? I think you got scared.”
    My head snaps back. “Scared?”
    “Of our connection.”
    I stamp down the flurry of excitement at