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and in a few minutes pulled into Mary’s driveway and shut off the engine.
    “What are we doing here?” Mary asked. “I thought you were hungry.”
    “We are going inside and figuring this out,” he replied, “if that’s all right with you.”
    “Sure,” she said. “Ian went into Chicago to meet with some friends, so we can talk without being disturbed.”
    He followed her into the house and hung his coat in the closet.
    “I think we’ve forgotten the most important item on our list,” he said, moving to the fireplace and placing a log on the grate.
    “I don’t think so,” she began, “dress, venue, food… Oh, yes, the church. We need to find a church. We could talk…”
    He held up his hand to stop her. “May I present my case first?”
    She nodded. “Of course.”
    He guided her to the couch. “Why don’t you just take a seat for a moment?” he suggested.
    “Bradley, what are you…”
    “I’m presenting my case,” he interrupted.
    She sighed loudly and flopped back on the couch. “Fine.”
    He tamped down the fire, so it burned warm and low. He turned down all the lights, except for a lamp that glowed with a golden hue. Then he walked over to the stereo and selected music that was soft and romantic.
    “Bradley?” she asked, her voice a little tentative.
    He turned from the stereo and met her eyes. “The most important item,” he said, his voice low and determined, as he slowly walked over to her, “is not the food or the place or the church.”
    He held out his hand. “Dance with me, Mary.”
    “What are you… ”
    “Dance with me.”
    She stood up and he brought her close, slowly guiding her in a small circle in the middle of the room. “Relax,” he whispered into her hair, pulling her closer so she could rest her cheek against his chest.
    They swayed together to the gentle strains of jazz, their bodies brushing as they moved to the music. She inhaled his scent and felt a rush of heat pool below her stomach. He slipped his hand slowly up and down her back, caressing her to the beat of the song. She slipped her hands up his chest and around his neck, nestling against his shoulder. He bent his head and softly kissed her neck. She shivered and felt the heat grow.
    His lips traveled slowly up her neck, feasting on the delicate skin below her hairline and her heart beat faster. “Bradley,” she whispered softly. “I feel…”
    He leaned away from her for a moment and she saw the hunger in his eyes. “You feel wonderful,” he murmured, “and you taste even better.”
    He lowered his lips to hers. He kissed her slowly and tenderly, exploring her mouth until she melted against him with a soft moan. “Mary, we should talk…”
    She grabbed hold of his shirt and pushed him against the wall, her mouth eagerly covering his. “I don’t want to talk anymore,” she breathed into his mouth. “Just kiss me.”
    He wrapped his arms around her and turned them again, bumping her against the wall. Bradley froze for a moment. Would she have a flashback?
    She moaned and pressed her lips against his. A quick flare of relief went through him and he happily plundered her mouth with his own.
    Her body was churning with hot liquid hunger. She had felt passion before, but this was different, more intense. She wanted to do more, go further. She wanted be closer, so much closer to him. She wanted… no she needed… more than she understood.
    “Bradley,” she begged, moaning against his mouth. “Please.”
    Grabbing hold of his shirt, she pulled and then froze at the sound of fabric tearing.
    “Well, damn,” Bradley exhaled slowly.
    She couldn’t lift her head. Couldn’t face him. What had happened to her?
    “Mary?” he asked tentatively.
    She shook her head.
    He took a deep breath, gathered her into his arms and tenderly stroked her back, his breathing still uneven and rough. “I’m sorry, Mary,” he panted, “I really didn’t mean to get… to go… so far.”
    Burrowing against his