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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.”

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    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 hurt this family.
    Jesus Christ, Taylor, Jesus. Her name on his lips as he came,