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not for sex. Like him.” He thumbed toward Graeme.
    The two of them watched as Ethan stalked down the street. Marion released his hand, much to his disappointment, and stepped back, running a hand through her long hair.
    “What an asshole!” she shouted at Ethan’s disappearing form. He didn’t turn back, but there was no way Ethan didn’t hear her. Marion turned back to him and huffed, disturbing her bangs. “Sorry about that, Graeme.”
    “About what?” Using him as her pretend lover? Like that really hurt his feelings.
    “I shouldn’t have misled Ethan to think you and I were…” Her words trailed off and she bit her lip. A blush colored her high cheekbones .
    “It’s all right,” he said quickly. Oh, how he wanted to reach for her, to hold her in his arms and kiss those lovely pink cheekbones. It was time to put his idea of having fun at Ethan’s expensive into motion. “What if…” He reached for her hand, slipping her fingers between his. “What if we let him think that?”
    Her eyes widened and then a slow smile spread across her face. “But…that would be wrong .”
    He held her hand against his chest, feeling the warmth again of her skin and cracked a broad smile. “If pretending you’re my girl is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.”
    Marion giggled and pulled away, slapping him playfully on the arm. “Oh, Graeme. You’re so funny.” She stepped back, closer to the door to the bookstore. “I’ve…missed you.”
    Perhaps there was something more to this than friendship. Or perhaps he was reading between non-existent lines. Whatever the case, he wasn’t going to let her go so easily.
    “Seriously, Marion. What do you say we have a little fun?”
    “I don’t know.”
    He shrugged. “Okay. Maybe you’ll let me know if you change your mind.” He’d give her an out and not pressure her. He turned, started to leave, knowing what a dangerous game that would be. He didn’t want to play with her affections or have her think that’s what he was doing. He wanted her of her own free will.
    “Graeme,” she called and he turned back giving her a questioning look. “You don’t really use women. Do you?”
    The ah-ha moment. Clearly, what Ethan said made somewhat of an impact on her. The bastard. Well, then. He would set the record straight. “No, Marion. I don’t.”
    He took a step toward her, as if he had to prove he wasn’t that kind of man. That he wasn’t the kind of man who disposed of women as easily as disposing a paper coffee cup. Her gaze never left his, her soft brown eyes wide as he came close. He could smell her perfume on the wind, hear the flutter of her breath as he neared .
    He reached for her, sweeping his hand through her hair before resting it on her neck and leaning in. Her lips parted in anticipation and he knew she wouldn’t stop him.
    His mouth landed on hers, gently tasting the sweet recess of her mouth. She leaned against him, one hand on his chest and he could hear her inhale. Their lips touched, softly, as they kissed each other for the first time. She yielded to him easily, her mouth only slightly parted. He dipped his tongue inside, sweeping the length of her bottom lip.
    Graeme didn’t linger there. He released her as quickly as he had taken hold of her, his hand still resting on her neck as he gazed down at her.
    “There,” he said, his voice barely audible. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited to do that.”
    He flashed his best winning smile. He could see the pulse beating quickly in her delicate throat. His thumb swept over it, paused on the wild flutter against his skin. So…his kiss had affected her too.
    She stared at him a long moment, as if deciding what her next move should be. Maybe she had been struck mute by his admission he’d always wanted to kiss her and wondered what he meant by it. He wanted to tell her he’d been in love with her for a long while, silently suffering as Ethan screwed around on her. Wishing he could