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laid her head against his chest and mentally crossed her fingers that he wasn’t playing games with her.
    He tipped her face up with a finger under her chin. “One last word and then breakfast. If I run into that asshole ex-husband of yours, I might have to kill him, and that’s a fact. Now. Clothes, then food.”
    She was amazed at how easy the conversation at the breakfast table was. She’d expected to feel odd, constrained, like a fish out of water. Nick made it so easy they might have been doing this forever. They talked about everything from music to books to politics. Molly felt herself relax, felt the discomfort slip away, although every now and then she caught Nick eyeing her speculatively.
    At the door to her car he bent his head to kiss her one more time. Then he brushed his lips against her forehead. “That will have to hold you for a day or two. I have to go out of town on business. A client’s building a vacation home and wants me to look at the site. But if you’re up for it, how about dinner Thursday night?”
    The disappointment she felt at his announcement was washed away with his invitation. “Oh, yes. I’d love it.”
    He hesitated a moment. “I put something in your purse, Molly. Promise me you won’t look at it until you get home. Then, if you don’t want to have dinner with me, I’ll understand.”
    She frowned up at him. “What is it?”
    “Uh-uh-uh. Not until you get home. If we’re going to take this relationship any further—which I fervently hope we are—it’s time for me to find out how you feel about…certain things.”
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    Molly frowned. Did Nick seemed suddenly nervous? On edge? “Unless it’s a wife you have hidden away somewhere, I can’t imagine—”
    He cut her off with another kiss, then hugged her tightly, his hands stroking her back. “Not until you get home. Then call me and just say yes or no. Either way I’ll understand.” He tilted up her chin to give him a clear path to her gaze. “But I truly hope the answer is yes.”
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    Nick stood in his driveway, hands shoved into his jeans pockets, watching Molly’s fire-engine-red Miata buzz up the driveway and make a sliding run onto the highway.
    He shook his head. A chancy driver. He’d have to speak to her about that.
    But then, maybe Molly needed to take some chances in her life. Craig Gerard’s marriage and divorce had been the talk of the San Antonio business community. Craig was disliked by many, so it was easy to gossip about him and make cutting remarks.
    Nick was not given much to gossip himself, neither passing it along nor listening to it.
    But occasionally the odd piece of information found its way into his ear.
    He knew that Molly Hathaway had been twenty years old when she married Craig Gerard, a hot shot financial genius with degrees from Harvard and the Wharton School of Finance. He had brains and guts—Molly’s family had social standing and connections. Why she hadn’t left him when she discovered what an insufferable jackass he was no one knew. It only added fuel to the fire when he unceremoniously dumped her for Miss Big Boobs, telling her she was too old for his image. No wonder Molly was so hung up on age.
    Nick had taken his first close look at her the night before and felt his cock leap to attention and his pulse race. She had been obviously nervous standing naked before him. He wished he could find the words to tell her how hot her body was. Ripe, lush, full breasts. The tiny swell of her abdomen. A nicely rounded ass and thighs that he could sink his fingers into. None of this skin and bones that women thought so 30
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    attractive but made him think of a walking corpse.
    This was a woman of undiscovered depths. Last night had been confirmation of that. There was heat and passion that had obviously been building for years. But was she adventurous too? And how far could he take her in a relationship before she balked and ended it?
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