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it was getting dark. Sighing, I let my arms drop and took a step back. “We were only kissing.”
    Dwight licked his lower lip. “I have a professional image to maintain.”
    He was an insurance adjuster from Michigan. A northerner. He was pretty much at the bottom of the Manteo professional image ladder, but my desire to get him in my apartment kept that fact from leaving the tip of my tongue.
    I took his hand and tugged. “Then come upstairs.”
    He sighed before a shy smile lifted his mouth. “Okay, but just for a few minutes.”
    I stuffed down my excitement as I practically dragged him up the two flights of stairs. Unlocking the door, I caught movement on the porch out of the corner of my eye, in the shadows cast by the street lights.
    Standing upright, I whirled around. “Did you see that?”
    “What?”
    “Something moved over there!” I pointed to the dark shadows behind my flowerpot.
    Dwight danced in place, his feet skipping like he was jumping rope. “What was it? A rat?”
    Irritation bubbled in my chest, and I put a hand on my hip. “No, it wasn’t a rat. We don’t have any rats here.”
    “Are you sure?”
    I counted to three, reconsidering inviting him in. He wasn’t very bright, and more than a little boring, and apparently not very courageous. But he had a steady, good-paying job and was a mostly attractive man. Sure, hewasn’t anything like
that man
in the New Moon, but Dwight had his own quiet version of attractive. So his light brown hair was thinning and he had a slight paunch. There was more to a man than muscles, and dark, brooding eyes, and rough-looking three-day-old stubble. I hoped that buried deep inside all that mundaneness was a man who was capable of great love. Love like my parents shared. My daddy hadn’t been an exciting man, and he’d loved my mother almost more than life itself.
    In the end, there was no question. Right or wrong, I was desperate for some physical attention.
    Once I closed the door, I kicked off my shoes, tossed my purse on the kitchen counter, and went to the refrigerator. “Would you like a glass of wine?” I sure needed one.
    “Um… yeah.” Dwight wandered around the living room, investigating my family photos.
    I would have preferred a little more enthusiasm since I was going for a full-blown seduction here. Apparently, it was going to take more effort than I was used to. Far be it from me to back down from a challenge. I pulled a bottle out and set it on the counter, then found a corkscrew in the drawer.
    Dwight picked up a picture frame. A nervous twitch made his hand shake. “Is this you when you were little?”
    I craned my neck to see which photo he was looking at. “Yeah, that was taken when I was seven.”
    “Who’s the woman?”
    “My mother.”
    “She looks a lot like you.”
    I smiled, but it was forced. “So I’ve heard.” We both shared dark red hair, fair skin that burned instead of tanned, and bluish-green eyes. And an aversion to believing in the curse.
    I’d spent the last fifteen years standing by my assertion that four hundred years of tradition and folklore was a lie. For the first time since I was a kid, I was reconsidering.
    Dwight set the frame down and moved to the other side of the counter, watching me open the wine. “So you’ve lived here your entire life.”
    “Yep.” I jerked the cork out of the bottle, then poured wine into the glasses. “My family’s always lived here. I’ve never left.”
    “What about when you went to college?”
    I handed him a glass. “I didn’t go.”
    His hand froze in midair. “You didn’t go to college?”
    I shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “I could never figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up; no sense wasting money on all those expensive college hours.” Not to mention I couldn’t afford it, even if I could live with my phobia of being too far from Manteo.
    “So have you figured out what you want to do with your life now?”
    I walked around the counter,