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swept through and touched every part he could reach. She whimpered before sinking into him and returning the kiss with fervour. He caught her about the waist and lifted her up, holding her flush against him.
    Sinking one hand into her hair and wrapping around it, he tugged her head back. “You don’t run from passion like this, Harmony.” He placed her back on her feet and released her hair. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” One more hard, fast kiss then he left her there before he gave in and took her to bed.
     
    * * * *
     
    Harmony could feel his touch on her even as she showered and went to bed. Her dreams were so real, and his touch so tantalising, she just wanted to allow it and never question. She was still tired come morning when she got ready for college. The day dragged and when she’d finished helping Lana, she made her way home as quickly as she could.
    She sat on her bed and pushed up her sleeve, staring at the scar on her right arm. One finger traced it idly while she remembered how things had been before the incident. The concerts, the pride her family had had in her.
    Harmony bit her lip as the tears began to fall. Ignoring them, she curled up on her side and let them slip free. Eventually, her exhausted body fell into a deep sleep. When she woke, she felt a bit better and washed away all trace of tears. She was ready when Jonathon came to her door.
    “Hello,” she said, swinging it open.
    “Didn’t you think you should ask who it was?”
    “I looked through the peephole,” Harmony retorted.
    She stared at him. He was dressed impeccably, again. Nothing out of place and a look on his face that bordered on condescension. This man was excessively serious.
    “Hungry?” he asked. His gaze fixated upon her mouth.
    “A bit.”
    He kissed her and she melted into him, her arms twining about his neck. Short and powerful. Her nipples were tight when he ended the kiss and her slit was wet—she wanted him back between her legs.
    “Hi,” he said, his entire countenance softer.
    “Hi, yourself.”
    “Come to dinner with me.”
    She shook her head. “Too early for me to eat. Take a walk with me instead.”
    His eyes widened a bit and he wanted to refuse, she could see it in his gaze. “Fine. A walk it is.”
    Yep. A man who worked out indoors . “Wonderful,” she said.
    Swiping her keys off the hook, she followed him out of her place then locked the door behind them. She slipped her arm through his and led him to the stairs. Once they reached outside, she tipped her head back to catch the sun’s warmth.
    “Where do you walk?” he asked, gazing at her.
    “There’s a park up the street. I walk there.”
    He obediently turned that way and they headed off. The wind was warm and she could feel what remained of her tension floating away.
    “How was your day?” she questioned.
    “Busy. Spent most of it in court.”
    “I’m sorry. I hope it went well.”
    “It did.” His tone had become more serious.
    “What do you do for fun, Jonathon?”
    “Fun?”
    “Yes. Fun. When you’re not in court or working, what do you like to do?”
    His silence spoke volumes—it was as if he hadn’t had fun for so long it was taking him a while to think about what he did.
    “This and that.”
    She laughed. It may not have been a nice thing to do but she couldn’t help it.
    “What’s so funny?”
    “You. Your answer. You haven’t had fun in so long you don’t know what you do for it. Do you remember what fun is?”
    “I had fun in a hotel room with you. I remember all about that night.” His words were low and drenched in seduction.
    So did she. Ignoring the responses her body gave, she focused on the matter at hand. “Not what I’m talking about. When was the last time you had a picnic outside? Lay on a blanket and watched the clouds. Rode a bike in the mountains. I don’t know, played pool with your friends. Bowling. Anything like that?”
    “I don’t have time.”
    She snorted. “That’s