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worse, they were throwing off her plan. “I, er, made a bunch of brownies, and I thought you might like some…”
    She held out her bribe. Seeing his response to her hot cocoa, she knew he had a sweet tooth. She was armed with a dozen double-dark-chocolate brownies, with bits of macadamia nut toffee dotting the surface, interlaced with ribbons of caramel. She might not be sure of her own wiles, she thought with a small smile, but her sweets could seduce a chocoholic at ten paces.
    “Brownies.” He said the word reverently, his eyes going fully awake as he took in her offering. His stomach growled, and he laughed. “I haven’t eaten since last night. Those look amazing.”
    She handed over the plate, and he quickly grabbed one off the top, taking a large, unapologetic bite. His moan of pleasure made her skin tingle.
    “This is incredible, ” he mumbled around a mouthful. “This is heaven wrapped in chocolate.”
    She smirked. “You should taste my Thin Mint milk-chocolate mousse pie,” she murmured. “Trust me, it’s orgasmic.”
    He paused, then grinned wickedly. “Don’t tease.”
    The grin made her skin tingle and her stomach flutter pleasantly. She cleared her throat. “I was thinking of making one Wednesday night,” she said, hoping it sounded casual. “Maybe you could stop by. For a slice.”
    There. If that wasn’t suggestive, then she’d swear off chocolate for a year.
    “Really,” he drawled, taking a step closer to her, his dark brown eyes warming her. He was still smiling. “That sounds…nice.”
    She shivered. How did the man manage to pack that much invitation in just one syllable? Especially one she’d always considered completely innocuous?
    “What time should I drop by?”
    She smiled, feeling relief and adrenaline pump through her bloodstream. “How about…”
    Before she could set a time, his phone rang. He let it ring once, twice, still staring at her. Then he cursed softly, as if he remembered something. “Wait a sec. I’ll be right back.”
    He dashed inside his apartment, leaving her at the open door. She could hear his voice, saying a slightly grumpy, “Hello?”
    She waited, her whole body alight. This could work. She’d lay a trap with chocolate, and once she got him in her apartment…
    What was she supposed to do then?
    She gulped. This required a little more planning. Jackie probably had a risqué idea or two to try out. At least she had a few days to…
    “I wasn’t expecting you to call me so soon.” Scott’s surprised tone broke through her mini-mental-panic-attack, accentuated by the fact that he’d deliberately lowered his voice. It was so strange to hear, she suddenly strained to catch what he was saying.
    “What? When?” he said, sounding obviously surprised. “Yeah, yeah, okay. I’ve got the address. Am I supposed to bring anything?” A long pause. “Okay. I’ll be there. And I’ll clear my plans.” Another long pause. “Yeah, I remember the rules. I won’t tell anyone.”
    He remembered the rules? She frowned, puzzled. What rules? And why did he suddenly sound so secretive?
    He came back to the door without the brownies, looking a little sheepish. “Um, sorry about that.”
    “Everything okay?” she asked.
    “What? Yes. Sure.”
    He wouldn’t look at her, and he was shifting his weight from foot to foot. She wasn’t a master criminologist or anything, but was he hiding something?
    “Well, anyway…how about seven?”
    “How about seven what?” he repeated dumbly.
    She felt the blush creeping over her cheeks as embarrassment kicked her squarely in the ass. “Um, seven o’clock Wednesday?” she said, hating the now-blank look on his face. “For the Thin Mint chocolate mousse pie…?”
    “Oh. Oh, ” he said, and now he looked embarrassed. “Um…something’s come up.”
    “Oh,” she echoed, hoping that she didn’t look as disappointed as she felt.
    “Oh, hey, don’t take it that way,” he said quickly, and to her utter