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them, a box of condoms, which tumbled to land at their feet.
    Tanner looked down. “I thought this was a nursing home.”
    “It is, and an assisted living facility with a clubhouse. Quit changing the subject.” She kicked the box aside.
    “Far be it for me to interrupt your rant. By all means, proceed with the hissing and spitting.”
    “Hissing and spitting? I’m not a cat. You don’t want to provoke me.” She licked her lips and glanced down at the box of rubbers. When she lifted her chin, her nostrils flared. Her breasts heaved with labored breath and the tip her tongue slipped across her mouth one more time, before she dropped her gaze to his groin. Fuck. Tanner popped wood at what had to be world-record speed.
    “I’m not provoking, Ms. Sawyer. You’re the one who insisted on stepping in here to have this so called chat.” The moment her laser-guided vision locked onto his tackle, he felt it like a jolt of high voltage. Hard became impossibly hard, knock-a-hole-in-concrete, fuck-through-solid steel—hard. A boner to beat all boners. Not anything he had any business having, not with her. Here. Alone. The small closet shrank into a tighter fit, and from the squeak that escaped her, he knew they’d both felt it. Time to give a little back. “Impressed with what you see?”
    Her gaze snapped up. “I cannot believe you asked that. You need to leave.” She swallowed and stared into his face, the anger he’d seen before vanished. Replaced with an expression that said he was an ice cream sundae, and she needed a bite.
    “Well, are you?” He gave her a lecherous grin and watched the rage creep back on her face. He waited, expecting the powder keg to detonate, and the roof to raise; instead she surprised him and leaned closer. Fuck . Closing the space between them didn’t help matters, and he’d known she’d done it to back him down, but damn, his dick didn’t take it that way. Her hair smelled like strawberries. And her lips, up close.... Under her intense focus, he struggled not to grab her and kiss her. He managed, forcing the urge away. “I saw you look.”
    “It’s hard to miss. And as impressive as your penis may be, you need to leave. Now. Before I have the nurse call security.”
    He shifted on his feet. “Back to threats, Ms. Sawyer? You’re pushing my patience. Don’t try to tell me what I can and cannot do. I won’t warn you again.”
    “Or you’ll what...?” She jammed her finger in his chest and leaned in even closer. Their noses touched. “Call my boss and accuse me of visiting my grandmother?” Her hot breath washed over him. A tall woman, around five-foot-eleven without shoes, in her heels, Lannie had no problem going nose-to-nose with his six-foot-four. “Charm me out of my panties like you do every other woman who comes into contact with you?”
    Each word rose an octave higher. Tanner fought clamping his hand over her pretty pie-hole, choosing instead a more diplomatic approach. “Lower your voice.”
    “When I’m damn good and ready, Mr. Don’t-try-to-tell-me-what-to-do. Contrary to popular opinion, not every female with a pulse wants to jump you—or is impressed you’ve got a dick. Get out of my personal space, you egotistical bastard! I am so sick and tired of hearing about Tanner the hero. My freaking story made you famous, but do I get a thank you from you? No. Nothing but condemnation.”
    Did she think he liked his newfound celebrity status? Seriously? He needed to set her straight, pronto, and he couldn’t with her shrieking at him like a harpy. He grabbed her shoulders and backed her into the door, pinning her against the hard surface. “Shut up!”
    She opened her mouth, certainly ready to sling profanity. Tanner didn’t think. He slammed his mouth to hers and discovered, though she sounded sharp, her lips were much fuller and more pliant when not screaming something nasty at him. Even more surprising, she moaned and fisted his hair, kissing him back.
    Oh,