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looked from one to the
other again, and Jace knew they’d made one too many faucet references. Then she
said, “Sure. I’d love a cup. But don’t let me overstay my welcome.”
    “Never,” Taylor said, leading the
way into the kitchen.
    “I have to meet Dad and the guys
out at the Carmichaels’, so I’ll take off.” His dad didn’t need him, but Jace
needed to get out of the house badly. He grabbed the door.
    “Thanks, Jace. For fixing the
faucet.” Taylor gave him a smile, and he was damn sure she wasn’t thanking him
for the new washer.
    Fishing in his pocket for his keys,
he was already making plans for how he could come back during lunch. How he
could sneak off for another taste of her. Despite knowing how bad an idea that
was.
    Dammit. He was losing his mind.
    He was almost to his truck when the
door flew open. “You forgot the other faucet.”
    Maybe he could drag her into the
truck and drive off.
    “Thanks.” He took it, his fingers
brushing hers. Electricity seemed to jolt up his arm.
    “No. Thank you. You didn’t have to
rush over, you know.”
    He wondered if she was shooting him
some subliminal message he wasn’t getting. Then he didn’t care, and the words
were out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Ask my mom to take the kids
Friday night.”
    Her eyes went wide, the playful
smile dying on her lips. “What?”
    He let his gaze travel her face,
then fall to her breasts. Her nipples were still hard. Or hard again. He liked
the effect too damn much. “We didn’t finish. You didn’t come. I didn’t come
inside you. We won’t be finished until that happens.”
    He was on the road to rack and
ruin, because he knew he’d never be finished with Taylor. He’d crossed a line,
and there was no going back to the way it used to be.
    She bit her lip. He wanted to suck
it into his mouth, touch his tongue to hers, and rub his cock between her legs.
    “Meet me by the old barn at
Miller’s Pond Friday at dark. Eight-thirty.”
    She stared at him. In the heat of
the moment, she hadn’t thought ahead to the real meaning of what they’d done.
    “Say yes, Taylor.” He knew how
wrong it was, but he wouldn’t allow her to turn back now.
    “Jace, we can’t. If anyone finds
out—”
    He shushed her with a look, though
he wanted to put his finger to her lips, one more caress to stop her words, to
sear his touch into her mind. “No one will know if we’re careful.”
    Doubt clouded her eyes. His heart
shriveled. He was her brother-in-law. Worse, Lou was dead because of him. In
her mind, now that the conflagration between them had cooled to a simmer, what
they’d done held a caste of shame. He was crazy to ask for more. What he’d get
was big trouble. But he couldn’t stop himself. “Be there.”
    She shook her head, her eyes dazed
with the enormity of what had happened in her kitchen. He didn’t think he even
had a fifty-fifty chance of her showing up. But he’d be there, waiting,
dreaming, praying.
    He tossed the bag with the faucet
onto the front seat, a hand on the truck’s door, and added one final
inducement. “And Taylor, don’t wear any panties.”
     
    * * * * *
     
    Don’t wear any panties.
    Taylor kept hearing Jace say that
in a husky whisper. Over and over. She couldn’t concentrate on Evelyn’s
conversation.
    The euphoria had lasted fifteen
minutes, maybe less, before the guilt and fear set in. She knew she couldn’t
meet him.
    But Lord, he’d tasted good. So
good. Felt good.
    She put too much creamer in her
coffee and not enough sugar. Did Evelyn suspect anything? She’d tossed about
lots of odd, assessing looks. But Evelyn couldn’t know, not for sure.
    Don’t wear any panties.
    She couldn’t get the sound of
Jace’s voice out of her head. Lord, the way he made her feel. Like a woman
again. Powerful. Wanted. Sexy. Desirable. Things she hadn’t felt in so long.
    But he was her husband’s brother.
She couldn’t touch him again. Not that way. She couldn’t