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face him.
    His head bent, and she felt herself tremble
and lifting herself for the kiss.
    Tentatively his lips touched hers, as though
there was an unasked question in his kiss. About to back away, she
felt herself pulled into the vortex of his kiss. Her mind blanked,
and his kiss took hold of her. Soft, warm, and inviting, it wasn't
a kiss of a man saying goodnight. It explored the softness of her
bottom lip, nipped until she opened for him like a flower.
    His arms went around her ever so gently, as
the kiss deepened. She hadn't meant to respond, but seemed to have
no control over the matter. She'd never been kissed so thoroughly
in her life. She had to breathe, she had to breathe, she kept
reminding herself, but the kiss swallowed that and all other
thoughts. She felt her lips melting into his, becoming one, and
escaping into a paradise she'd never known.
    When he turned her lose, she didn't open her
eyes at first. She couldn't, he'd left her there in that strange
and wonderful paradise. However, willing herself to break loose of
his hypnotic trance, she finally opened her eyes to see him staring
into her face with as much shock as she was feeling.
    Realizing she must have overstepped herself,
she backed away, "thank you for dinner…" Her voice sounded
breathless.
    He nodded.
    As she was about to close the door, he slowly
smiled, "See you at breakfast…" he barely uttered and turned to
walk away.
    She closed the door and leaned against it.
What had she done?
    Granted it was only a kiss, wasn't it?
    So why did she feel as though everything in
her life had suddenly changed? She'd changed. Since when did she
let total strangers kiss her? Especially like that. And it wasn't
just any ole kiss either. He'd floored her. She smiled and took off
her shoes. What a pleasant surprise to an otherwise dull
vacation.
    Nonsense, she shook herself some time later
and prepared herself for bed.
    However, the kiss had stunned her silly and
she wasn't at all sure what to do about it now.

Chapter Four
     
    What in the world was she thinking? Lacey
paced her small room the next morning, hooking up with a stranger
during her vacation. Despite the fact that he'd been a complete
gentleman at the table and not once rude, she didn't know this man.
To contemplate going anywhere with him seemed dangerous, and way
too exciting for her boring life.
    It wasn't in her nature to hook up with
strange men. Yet there was nothing strange about the kiss. It
curled her toes. She'd never responded to a kiss like that.
    Then it occurred to her that maybe he thought
she was easy or something. Had she given him the wrong impression?
Perhaps she should set him straight from the get go.
    Yet she had to admit, they did have something
in common, they had both lost something dear to them in life, and
they were both trying to pick up a new life. Both struggled for
that new life. Perhaps he was right, they might be able to help
each other, at least they understood each other a little better
now.
    Nevertheless, there was a problem. She found
Sam McKay very attractive, in a wild sort of way, and nothing like
the men she knew. He made her respond in that same way, wild. Of
course the men she knew were teachers, who dressed and acted
accordingly. But Sam was so different. His hair was wild and longer
than most men his age. His body was solid and well built. It was
his face, so full of expressions that intrigued her, and his
soulful eyes. And the thought of what those eyes did to her,
unnerved her. She might be getting way in over her head.
    Wasn't this what this vacation of hers was
supposed to be about, taking chances, doing things she'd never
done?
    Still, she was a grown woman, able to handle
herself. Even with an attractive man. Yes, she could handle this,
and it might be exciting. She was out for excitement, wasn't
she?
     
    * * *
     
    The next morning Sam waited for her again at
a table. He was surprised when she came down the stairs in Capri's
and t-shirt. She could