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snaked his free hand under her ponytail to the back of her neck and eased her forward. When her lips touched his, a zing of electricity rattled her bones. She’d shut her eyes in preparation for the kiss, but now had to open then to make sure this was real and not a dream.
    Thank God. It wasn’t a dream.
    For a second, he pulled away, but only to change the angle, then he pressed his mouth to hers again. She parted her lips. Taking advantage of that slight gap, he slipped his tongue into her mouth.
    When his tongue swirled and licked, a surreal lightheadedness swept through her head. Once she could regain a molecule of reason, she moved her tongue, tracing along the edge of his. Tasting the tip. Tangling hers with his. When his tongue retreated into his mouth, she followed, bravely thrusting between his soft lips. When he exhaled, she took his breath as her own.
    Finally, he placed both hands on her shoulders and pulled his head back.
    “Well,” he said with a long exhale. “I’d say our compatibility isn’t going to be a problem.”
    After straightening out her curled toes she said, “I have to agree. What time is our flight on Tuesday?”
    “We fly out at nine a.m., so we’ll need to be at the airport by seven or so. I’ll pick you up about five-thirty.”
    “Okay. I’ll see you then.”
    After he’d left, KC fell into her chair. Jazz pawed at her ankles. She picked up her puppy and squeezed her tight. “Holy cow, Jazz. I’m going to sleep with Drake.”
    Jazz licked KC’s face.
    “Yes, I know,” KC confided. “I’m excited too.”
     
     
    At five-thirty a.m. on Tuesday morning, KC’s doorbell rang.
    “Coming,” she shouted. After one last swipe of her lipstick, she tossed the tube into her purse and jogged down the stairs. She whipped open the door with a bright, “Morning.”
    “Good morning.”
    Dressed in a white polo, khaki slacks and loafers, Drake looked as good as a chocolate fountain to a chocoholic. It required major restraint on KC’s part to resist the urge to run her tongue from his lips to his toes. Tasty morsel, this man.
    “You ready?”
    Forcing herself to look away from him so she could speak, KC swallowed the lust chunk in her throat. “I’m ready. It’s those two bags there.” She pointed to two suitcases standing by the front door.
    “Got ’em.” He hefted the bags, one in each hand, and KC nearly groaned at the biceps that bulged with the action, pulling the band on the shirt sleeves tight. Seeming completely unaware of the effect that vision had on her, he headed out the door and down the steps.
    “Be right with you. Have to set the alarm.” She shut the door to engage the alarm but took a second to lean against the wood to let herself grin like a fool. Then she set the alarm and exited during the countdown.
    “Worried about a break-in? I mean, this is Whispering Springs. Worse thing that ever happens here is when the high school senior class puts laundry detergent in the downtown fountain.”
    She laughed. “I remember doing that. What a mess. My parents were so pissed when the sheriff’s department called after Olivia and I got arrested.”
    He snorted. “Oh yeah. I remember.”
    “I was grounded for a month.” She chuckled at the memory. “Anyway, back to the original question. I’m not worried about a break-in. More like I have a thing about fires. My alarm monitors for heat and smoke.”
    He opened the rear door and slid her luggage into the cargo space beside his. She set her carry-on bag on top of the cases and he shut the door.
    “What in the world have you got packed? We’re only going to be there a couple of weeks and bikinis don’t take up that much room.”
    She climbed into the front seat and belted in. When he opened the driver’s door she said, “A couple of cases of condoms.”
    He paused for a minute before he finished sliding into his seat. “I’m flattered of course that you have that kind of opinion of my staying power, but maybe