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the beginning of a headache. He’d clearly had no idea what he was getting into when he’d offered to allow Alisa to recover at his home. At this rate, watching over her would be the death of him.
    Swearing under his breath, he grabbed a rain poncho from the hall closet and stomped out of the house. With the rain coming down in sheets, he ran toward the horse pasture. Seeing no sign of her, he felt his tension crank another notch tighter. He swung open the barn door and heard her gasp.
    “Dylan!” She lifted her hand to her throat. “What are you doing out in this rain?”
    He took a deep breath and waited for his rush of relief to reach his heart. “Making sure you’re okay,” he finally said.
    She shrugged. “I’m fine. I’m dry, I’ve got Sir Galahad for company and my water bottle. What else do I need?” She watched the water dripping from his poncho, then her gaze met his. “Were you worried?”
    “I told you that I’m responsible for you,” he said crossing his arms over his chest. “I didn’t know if you’d decided to do something stupid like go horseback riding during a thunderstorm.”
    She lifted her chin. “Horseback riding during a thunderstorm,” she echoed. “You must be confused. I’m not crazy, Dylan. I have amnesia.”
    “You also overdid it yesterday, had a nightmare last night and argued with me about taking it easy today.”
    She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. “Anyone who wasn’t a wuss would have argued with you today. You were incredibly difficult and you didn’t even have the excuse of amnesia.”
    Plagued by thoughts of her smart mouth and fantasy bed all afternoon, Dylan again thought of how he’d like to put her mouth to work on him in a much more satisfying way than talking.
    “I love this horse. Sir Galahad. Such a gentleman,” she said, rubbing the animal’s neck, then turning back to glance at Dylan. “Unlike his owner.”
    “He’s also a gelding,” Dylan informed her. “Unlike his owner.”
    She ignored his warning and walked toward him. “I must confess I’m confused. Meg told me you allow her to hold riding classes for handicapped kids. So tell me the truth Dylan, are you an arrogant, heartless, materialistic millionaire? Or do you just like to keep the fact that you have a heart a secret?” she asked pointing a finger at his chest. “And maybe you give a damn after all?”
    The combination of the last month of waiting for Alisa to get better, his struggle not to care that her interest in him would soon turn to disdain, the steamy memory of her bedroom, and her smart sexy mouth pushed him over the edge.
    His gaze holding hers, he backed her against a beam. “Yeah,” he said. “Maybe I do give a damn.”

Three
    A lisa’s heart hammered in her chest. Oh, wow, she thought, looking into a gaze that promised to eat her alive. Dylan was riding the razor’s edge of control, and heaven help her, she liked that she had put him there. Forbidden excitement shot through her like adrenaline. Her mouth went dry and she tried to swallow.
    He deliberately lowered his head inch by excruciating inch. The anticipation was delicious torture. She felt his gaze on her lips, then his mouth took hers. With a confidence that shook hers, he consumed her. His lips caressed and conquered in a kiss that felt like sex.
    Her knees grew weak. His tongue slid inside hermouth, and Alisa felt a sensual weakness suffuse her. She inhaled a quick shallow breath and the scent of rain and his aftershave filled her senses. His chest brushed her breasts, and he slid his hand to the back of her waist to draw her lower body against his. He was hard with arousal.
    Alisa couldn’t withhold a gasp. He deepened the kiss again, grinding himself against her, then pulling his mouth from hers. “Damn you, you’re supposed to be taking naps and lying by the pool, not driving me nuts.”
    Alisa drew in a shaky breath, wishing for more starch in her knees and oxygen in her brain. She bit