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kiss as much as he did. Where they’d fallen into the first kiss with a ferocity that had stunned them both, he took this one slowly, easing them into it. When his tongue laved her lower lip, she opened her mouth to him. With the lights of the city below and music enfolding them, he felt bowled overby her. He’d never felt that way before. He’d always been the one in control, the one who called the shots. Danger signals went off in his head, but he quieted them with the idea that this could never be serious, that they’d never have the time to get truly involved. Even if they did go to bed together tomorrow or the next day, they both knew that would be the end of it. Their lives were an ocean apart. This was just one of those flings that happened on a weekend or over a holiday.
    As he took the kiss deeper, the warning bells kept sounding.
    Before his control snapped altogether, he pulled away. “I think I’d better introduce you to my housekeeper.” Flora was just what they needed—a chaperone. Besides, he wanted to prove to Amira that he hadn’t been lying to her and he did have a housekeeper.
    You’re lying to her about who you are.
    No, I’m not, he thought quickly. I just haven’t told her my real name.
    Amira looked as dazed by the kiss as he felt. “That would be a good idea. Then I’d better go.”
    He saw she felt it, too—the need to be more than friends, the need to do more than kiss. But he wouldn’t take advantage of her—not her shyness or her innocence or her proper upbringing.
    Taking her hand, he led her inside to a snack of tea and cookies rather than their first night of passion.
     
    Amira was as fascinated by the city as she was everything else about the United States—even more fascinated by Brent running beside her. He was wearing shiny black running shorts. His legs were hair-roughened, his thighs powerfully muscular. His soft black T-shirt was loose. As he ran, it molded to his well-defined muscles, and she could see the power in his body. She was sure he was slowing his pace so she could keep up.
    Brent glanced over at her often, and she didn’t know if that was because of her hot-pink running suit in the latest fabric for sportswear or because he just wanted to look at her. She knew she’d be a sight at the end of their run. She always was. She’d banded her hair into a ponytail, but strands escaped and floated around her face.
    A few joggers passed them as they ran along a wide path. Amira tried to keep her attention on her breathing rather than on Brent and everything she remembered so vividly whenever she looked at him. He’d given her a perfect day yesterday—absolutely perfect. And that kiss last night…
    His first kiss had thrilled her and scared her. Last night’s kiss had opened a doorway and given her a glimpse of the kind of passion they could share. That was almost worse than being scared. It was a temptation from which she knew she had to turn away. Everything she’d been taught, all of her mother’s counsel, warned her she was headed for disaster. Yet on this October day, with the sun shining so brightly on her head and in her heart, she couldn’t heed the warning.
    “Do you hear that?” Brent asked, suddenly stopping.
    Caught up in her thoughts, she hadn’t heard anything unusual. Now she listened and heard a low whine coming from a copse of bushes. “It sounded like an animal.”
    “My bet is it’s a dog. Come on, let’s go look.”
    Slowly…cautiously…Amira followed.
    Pushing away the bushes, Brent hunkered down and looked beneath them. “Hello there, fellow. Are you hurt?”
    “What is it?” Amira asked, crouching down herself.
    Brent held his hand out to the animal that Amira still couldn’t see.
    “We’re not going to hurt you,” Brent said as if he expected the animal to understand. “Can I bring you out here?”
    Since the animal stood perfectly still and didn’t snarl or bark, Brent gently pulled the dog out into the