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walls,
    but open to the vaulted ceiling. The bathroom is at the end of the hall," she said, pointing. "And this is the bedroom."
    She pushed open the door to the room on the right and walked in a few steps ahead of him. He had the vague impression of a
    bed with white linens in the otherwise empty and modest room. The room where she…entertained?
    Lana was talking, but he only caught a few words. "…great lighting…comfy mattress." Frankly, he couldn't concentrate on
    anything she was saying for watching her move. She was fine-boned, her arms long and lithe, her wrists small, her neck and
    collarbone well defined.
    "So," she said, stopping in front of him and spreading her arms, "what do you think?"
    Overcome with longing, Greg swallowed hard. The woman, his need, the circumstances—the combination overwhelmed
    him. His control was slipping, badly. "I think," he murmured, "that you are the most desirable woman I've ever met."
    She stared at him and her lips parted. She blinked, but she couldn't hide the desire that flared in her eyes. Before he could
    change his mind, he reached up, curled his fingers around the back of her neck, and pulled her lips against his.
    Their meeting was electric. Her mouth moved under his. Her sweet fragrance swirled in his nostrils, her tongue was as
    smooth as cream. She opened her lips, inviting him inside, where he foraged like a starved man. It was the perfect kiss, fueled
    by the tide of raw passion pulsing through his body. He'd never felt so in tune with a woman—they both wanted it. Wrapping
    his arms around her, he pulled her against him, reveling in the way her slim figure melded to him. His erection sought warm
    resistance, and found it against her thigh. He—
    —was suddenly spun around and his arm yanked up between his shoulder blades. Greg grunted at the pain exploding in his
    rotator cuff. Before he could form a question, a knee in his back propelled him into the hall between the rooms. The wall
    stopped him. With his head smarting and his mind reeling, Greg straightened and turned around, but at the sight of the fuming
    blonde advancing on him, he backed into the living room. "Wh-what's wrong?"
    "What's wrong?" she shouted. "What was that, that, that… kiss all about?"
    "I thought you brought me here to…" He gestured helplessly toward the bedroom. "You know, for a good time."
    Her eyes bugged. " What? How dare you!" She reached into the purse she'd set on the floor and withdrew a bottle of hair
    spray. "Get out before I call the police!"
    Incredulous, Greg shook his head. "But your ad— arrgghhh! " He clawed at his eyes, which were suddenly filled with
    burning, clotting hair spray. "You're insane!" he gasped, blinded and feeling for the door. He found it, with the help of her foot
    on his backside. Greg tumbled through the opening and landed facedown on musty, smelly carpet. The door slammed shut
    behind him.
    Greg lay there a few seconds before groaning and rolling to his back. Cursing under his breath, he rubbed his burning, watery
    eyes and tried to sort out what had just happened. The woman was obviously an unstable individual who set up men, teased
    them unmercifully, and then…what? Blackmailed them? Deciding he didn't want to wait to find out, Greg pushed himself to his
    feet, fished his handkerchief from his back pocket, and escaped the building while mopping his stricken eyes.
    This was the reason he was single, and the reason Will would be better off as a bachelor, too. Women were like pet snakes
    —damn unpredictable. If he never saw the statuesque blonde again, it would be too soon.
    4

    LANA OPENED HER DOOR and peeked out into the empty hallway, hair spray poised. It looked as if Greg Healey—
    assuming that was his real name—was long gone, the baboon. He obviously hadn't expected her to object to his pilfered kiss.
    And in truth, the kiss had been quite remarkable, but it was where the kiss was leading that she had a problem with. Lana
    pressed her