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while,
sugar. A long while. You hung up too soon last week. We didn’t get
to the good part.”

 
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER THREE
     
    Nan tried to stop the quakes of desire
from spreading by clenching her stomach muscles. It didn’t help.
Jackson let his shoulders rest on the door behind him and drew her
between his jeans-clad, booted legs. She didn’t have to look to
know how his jeans fit or how his leather boots gleamed. Not a
thing about his dark Irish looks and southern bad boy manners had
changed.
    “ Yes, a long while,” she
whispered past the lump in her throat. A droplet of water ran down
her cheek, dripped onto her breastbone, and slithered between her
breasts. Jackson’s gaze followed its path, heated, then lingered.
Nan looked down. Her halter-top gown lay plastered to her body like
skin, the wet silk clearly defining the rise of her breasts and
nipples. Something about her dress, besides the wet, was off, but
the hot missiles firing at her erogenous zones scrambled her brain
cells and she couldn't figure it out.
    She slammed her eyes shut. Surely,
this had to be another one of her fantasies. Any minute she would
wake up and find herself alone, writing in her secret black
book.
    “ Way too long,” he
growled, sliding his hands from her hips to cup the fullness of her
bottom. Nan opened her eyes to the pure sexual intensity in his.
Nope, not a fantasy. He was as potent, and as real as it got. He
wanted her and she wanted him. Not a problem.
    The problem was what came after the
bedroom. She wasn’t about to get involved with a man going nowhere.
He lived his life by whim; she lived hers by a plan. She had goals;
she was going somewhere in life and he wasn’t budging from the
comfortable hole he’d dug.
    Any second he would kiss her. Desire
sizzled up her spine and overrode rational thought. One more kiss
wouldn’t hurt, would it?
    “ Or not long enough?” he
said, setting her back on her feet. “I forgot you’re baiting your
hook for a bigger fish. Brad Swanson. Alexi mentioned you’re seeing
him.” Tension tightened his lips, coolness edged into his eyes, and
his husky voice had turned harsh.
    Jackson made it sound as if she and
Brad had a thing going and Nan wondered what Alexi had told him.
Even if she did have a thing going with Brad, Jackson’s tone was
out of line. Her back stiffened as she went to set him straight.
“Just because I have goals and direction doesn’t mean I’m a…a hook
baiter, and it doesn’t give you the right to use that tone of
voice, either. We aren’t an item.”
    Now that Nan had a moment to think
about it, Alexi had a hell of a lot of explaining to do. Nan didn’t
think it coincidence that Alexi had asked to go shopping the same
day the orchestral band cancelled. Alexi had probably planned the
Sinfully Silky shopping knowing that Jackson’s band was going to be
the substitute. And the dress Alexi had talked her
into...
    Jackson snatched his coat off the
ground and shoved it her way. “Those black lace panties looked like
bait to me, and unless you’re wanting to turn my whole band on, you
better keep that a while yet, because your nipples are begging to
be nibbled.” He stared at her breasts again.
    Nan finally realized the loose silk
cape to her dress was missing. She must have lost it in the storm.
Instead of subtle, elegant sensuality, her wet dressed screamed I’m
hot baby. Oh no! Could things get any worse?
    “ There’s a dressing room
you can use to fix yourself up, but if I were you, I’d go home and
get warm. Seeing Brad can’t be worth catching a cold.”
    “ Direct me to the ladies’
room, please.”
    “ Fine.” His voice vibrated
with anything but fine tones.
    Fine, she told herself. If Jackson
wanted to think she was a bait hooker, or a hook baiter, however it
was said, then it was fine with her. Just fine. She wasn’t going to
set him straight that this was her first date with Brad. And she
wasn’t going to give Jackson the