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stepped around to her other side.
    “Babe,” he said as he slipped the box—a brownie mix—into the handbasket she was carrying. “Do we have any eggs? I thought we could make these tonight.” Placing his palm on her lower back, he pulled her closer toward him, the gesture a universal signal of possession among males.
    Brody wasn’t sure who was more startled, the bartender or the three guys hounding her. Her eyes dilated briefly before her long lashes blinked closed. When she opened them again, she seemed to recover a bit of her equilibrium.
    “Umm . . .” Her tongue darted over her lower lip, and Brody’s whole body went on alert. “No. No, we, um, we need eggs.”
    Giving her back a reassuring rub, he took her basket and guided her away from the three, treating them to the cat-ate-the-canary grin he gave defensive players when he’d beaten them to the football. Once they’d rounded the corner, she blew out a breath, stepping away from his hand at her back.
    “Whoa there, Texas.” Brody wrapped his arm across her shoulders. “Keep playing along until they leave,” he said quietly as they made their way toward the dairy section. She kept her eyes down, avoiding the rest of the shoppers who’d begun to take notice of him again.
    “That’s Brody Janik,” college boy number three yelled out to his friends. “No way he’s tapping someone like her! Not when he’s got hot models and porn stars to choose from.”
    He felt her cringe beneath his arm.
    “Ah, hell. Now I’m gonna have to hit that guy,” Brody muttered, his body teeming with anger.
    She turned on him, those whiskey eyes filled with alarm. “No! You’re not going to fight over me,” she cried as her hands clenched on to his shirt, the tips of her fingers brushing his chest. Heat surged through him.
    “Fine, we’ll do this the pacifist’s way,” he said, just before he dropped the basket and pulled her in for a kiss.
    His timing was impeccable, the pests rounded the corner just as Brody took a hold of her toned ass. Not that he was paying attention to the three stooges anymore. He was too busy enjoying the soft mouth of the pliant female in his arms. She was tall enough that he didn’t have to bend himself like a pretzel to kiss her, his body parts meeting up nicely with hers. Her lips parted easily and Brody took advantage, exploring her wide, sweet mouth. A soft moan escaped the back of her throat and her fingers gripped his shirt a little tighter, but she didn’t engage in the kiss. Too bad, because Brody could have kissed her all night. Her skin was warm beneath his touch and he realized she was flushed with embarrassment. Jesus, he was mauling a stranger in a grocery store. Reluctantly, he broke contact, resting his forehead against hers as he tried to get his breathing—and his body parts—under control.
    “That ought to do it,” he whispered.
    “If you say so.”
    Her eyes remained closed—probably from shame—and he was disappointed that the sexual attraction was so obviously one-sided.
     • • • 
    Brody Janik was kissing her, exploring her mouth with a delicacy and tenderness that belied the power of his muscled body. Shay was so stunned by the events of the previous five minutes, that all she could do was stand there.
Stand there and enjoy it
. Truth be told, she was enjoying his kiss right down to the tips of her toes, not to mention everywhere else south of the border. Her fingers, furled in his shirt, itched to feel the sculpted chest she knew lay beneath the soft cotton, but she couldn’t summon the strength to move them. The masterful stroke of his tongue against hers held her entire body transfixed.
    And then, just as suddenly as the kiss began, it ended. Shay kept her eyes closed in an effort to retrieve her scattered wits. The murmur of the shoppers surrounding them began to penetrate her senses, but it was Brody’s words that brought her crashing back to reality.
    That ought to do it
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