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an “in” to see Megan, to figure out where to take this attraction. “This isn’t a one-time offer either. You’re packed with critters here. If there’s help out there, take it and my jet will fly them there.”
    “I can’t turn you down. The animals need this kind of miracle if we’re going to find homes for them by the holidays.” She exhaled hard. “I need to get to work placing calls. There are rescues I hadn’t considered before because of the distance and our limited resources. Rescue work happens fast, slots fill up at a moment’s notice.”
    “And this little gal?” He stroked the cat’s head and for once the calico didn’t dig her claws in. Perched on the back of the chair, she arched up into his hand and purred like a race car.
    “Are you sure you don’t want to keep her?”
    He pulled his hand away. “I can’t. I’m at work all the time, which wouldn’t be fair to her.”
    “Of course.” Megan looked disappointed in him, even though he’d just offered her thousands of dollars’ worth of flight hours.
    But then, hadn’t he said it? Offering his plane was easy. Taking care of another living being? Not so easy.
    “I should let you get to work on lining up those rescues.” He pulled a business card from his wallet and plucked a pen from the cup on the edge of her desk. He jotted a number on the back of the card. “This is my private cell number and my secretary’s number. Don’t hesitate to call.”
    When he passed her the card, their fingers brushed. He saw the flecks of awareness sparkle in her eyes again. He wasn’t mistaken. The mutual draw was real, but now wasn’t the time to press ahead for more.
    “Thank you again.” She flipped the card between her fingers, still watching him with suspicion, their old conflicts clearly making her wary. “Would you like to name your kitty cat?”
    “That’s not my kitten.”
    “Right,” she answered, a smile playing with her plump lips that didn’t need makeup to entice, “and she still needs a name. We’ve had to name so many this past month, we’re out of ideas.”
    He thought for a second then found himself saying, “Tallulah.”
    “Tallulah?” Her surprise was a reward. He liked unsettling her. “Really, Whit? I didn’t expect such a...girly name choice.”
    “That was the name of my mom’s cat.” She was briefly theirs, but when they’d moved, the cat ran away. Then his father had said no more pets. Period.
    “It’s a lovely name.”
    He nodded quickly then turned to leave.
    “Whit,” she called, stopping him short, “about what happened after you helped me get to Evie that day....”
    Was she finally acknowledging the impulsive, explosive kiss? The thought of having her sooner rather than later... “Yes?”
    “Thank you for helping me reach my daughter.” She looked down at her shoes for an awkward moment before meeting his eyes again. “I can never repay you for that...and now this.”
    “I don’t expect repayment.” The last thing he wanted was to have her kiss him again out of gratitude.
    The next time they kissed—and there would be a next time—it would be purely based on mutual attraction.
    * * *
    The stroke of Whit Daltry’s eyes left her skin tingling.
    Standing at the shelter’s glass door, Megan rubbed her arms as she watched Whit stride across the parking lot back to his truck. His long legs ate up the space one powerful step at a time. His suit coat flapped in the late afternoon breeze revealing a too-perfect, taut butt. Her head was still reeling from his surprise appearance, followed by the generous offer she couldn’t turn down.
    After six weeks of reliving that brief but mind-blowing kiss, she’d seen him again and would be spending an entire day with him. Somehow, because of that day they’d gone from avoiding each other to.... What? She wasn’t sure exactly.
    Maybe he’d gotten the wrong idea from that kiss and thought she was looking for something more. But she didn’t have