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drunk.”
    “No. It proves you memorized it good enough you can spout it out even while drunk.”
    Even more determined to prove him wrong now, Lydia drew in a big breath in preparation to launch into her next feat to convince him she was not drunk from one stupid beer. The one thing her seventh grade history teacher had drilled into her brain so firmly it was still there would have to do.
    “ We the People of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense —”
      “Lydia. Shut up.” His command was rude, though delivered in a soft, gentle tone.
    She chose to interpret his cutting her off so sharply as her winning this round and him not being happy about that.
    “Why? Do you believe me now?” she asked.
    “No.”
    She smiled, knowing he was lying. “Then you’d better take me to your place. You know, to give me some of that coffee or food you suggested before.”
    “I suggested the diner, not my place. And make no mistake, if I were to take you to my place it wouldn’t be for coffee.”
    What did that mean? Was he tempted? Lydia wanted to believe so. Her heart kicked into a higher gear.
    She swallowed, steeled her nerve, and said, “Okay. So let’s go.”
    A flash of some emotion she couldn’t pinpoint crossed his face. Anger? Frustration?
    He spewed out a long run of cusses before drawing in a breath that had his nostrils flaring.
    Finally, he glanced at her, looking unhappy as he reached for and grabbed her hand. “Come on.”
    “Where are we going?” She struggled to keep up with him as he tugged her around the hood of her car and onto the sidewalk.
    “My place.” He reached for the door of the building directly in front of them.
    “You live here? Across the street from the bar?”
    “Yup.” With barely a glance back at her when he answered, he led her down a hallway. He paused in front of a door.
    Digging in his pocket, he emerged with a set of keys. He unlocked the door and swung it wide, proving he was telling the truth.
    His living here was a hell of a coincidence. Though not really, she supposed. Why drive somewhere to get a drink if you lived across the street from a bar?
    “That’s convenient.” She stepped inside. He followed and then swung the door closed behind them.
    “Yup.” The word was barely out of his mouth before he’d hauled her against his chest and covered her mouth with his.
    Lydia didn’t have time to be shocked at his sudden turn around, just as she didn’t have time to worry how many other women he’d scooped up at that conveniently located bar and brought home with him.
    All thought fled as he pressed her against the closed door, pinning her between the cold hard wood and his equally hard body. She melted right where she stood, just from the heat of his tongue as it stroked against hers.
    Lydia had been kissed before. Of course she had. She wasn’t some virgin.
    At least, not anymore—she pushed aside the knowledge that this time last year that wouldn’t have been true.
    But in all of her limited experience with men, she’d never felt anything like this with Mack.
    The intensity. The raw urgency. The barely controlled passion.
    Maybe that was because she’d never been with a man like him.
    This felt like more, different from the kisses she’d had from high school and college boys. So different it seemed silly to even think of it as just a kiss.
    It was as if his taking possession of her mouth was a warning. A preview of how he was going to take her, possess her, body and soul.
    Maybe it was the beer she’d drank, but she was more than willing to let him take anything he wanted.
    Groaning, she leaned in closer and ran her hands over the hard planes of his back beneath his shirt. Touching him clothed was so incredible she couldn’t begin to wrap her head around what it would be like when he was naked.
    He pulled away from her mouth, and she had to stop herself from