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Using his hand on the back of her neck, he pulled her a half inch closer and brushed his mouth over hers. Then he made a thick sound in his throat and wrapped his other arm around her, pulling her hard into a deep, wet kiss.
    She felt his strength and felt herself surrendering to it. His body heat sank deep into her skin. He shifted his mouth and teased her tongue with his. Everything heated, and Holly met his tongue play. She ran her hands under his shirt, feeling his hot skin, pulled smooth and tight over hard muscles.
    She wanted to lose herself in Wes.
    The realization shocked her. Holly pulled back.
    Wes let her go. Dropping his arms to his side, he looked down. “Afraid?”
    More like pissed. Pissed that he could overwhelm her like that. Make her forget herself. “Get over yourself, Brockman. I told you I don’t sleep with men on the first date.” Date. Too personal. She hurried around him, putting distance between them. “And this wasn’t a date.” She went into the kitchen, grabbed her purse, damp shirt, and bra off the table.
    The puppy woke up from his nap and jumped up to dash around her feet, barking and whining.
    Behind her, Wes said, “He wants you to pick him up.”
    She looked down. The little guy was wiggling his entire body, making funny little whiny noises, then jumping up on his back legs.
    She longed to pick him up. She longed to stay and get naked with Wes. But she had a job to do. Her work was her life, not a silly puppy and an overwhelming man. She took a breath. “Thanks for dinner. ’Bye, Wes.” She moved around the puppy and walked to the front door.
    Wes caught her arm before she reached the door. “Hey.”
    She turned around, ready to smack him. Or maybe shoot him. Anything to get free. “What?”
    He grinned. “It was a date. You know where to find me when you’re ready for date number two.”

Chapter 3
    H olly was just pouring her first cup of morning coffee, and trying to think of anything but Wes Brockman, when someone knocked on her front door.
    â€œDamn.” She had spent a couple hours working last night after leaving Wes’s house, had gotten to bed after midnight, and dragged her tired ass out of bed for a run this morning. She hoped whoever it was would go away, but then she heard the key in the lock.
    Figured. She knew who it was. Her two brothers, fraternal twins and the bane of her childhood, let themselves into her house. They both hovered around the six-foot mark, had sandy brown hair and blue eyes. Joe was a little taller and thinner, and tended to actually think things out once in a while. Seth had more bulk, charisma to spare, and a hair-trigger temper that he’d learned to control. Nearly ten years as sheriff’s deputies had smoothed out some of their rough edges.
    Joe came into the kitchen first, carrying a pink box that smelled like heaven. “Better be coffee. I brought donuts.”
    That made her suspicious. “What do you want?”
    Seth came into the kitchen with a smirk. Reaching over her head to get a couple of mugs down from the cupboard, he said, “We’re here to check up on you, AP.”
    Holly worked hard not to react to the nickname. AP stood for Anti-Princess. She was the youngest of the three of them. Her mom had wanted a little princess, but she’d gotten Holly instead. By the time Holly was seven, her mom figured out she wasn’t cut out for parenting two rough and tumble boys and a girl who was more hellion than princess. They’d only seen their mom a handful of times since then. She turned her attention to figuring out why both her brothers had paid her a morning visit with donuts. “You two looking for some extra work?” Sometimes her brothers moonlighted for her when she had the work for them. She added, “I don’t have any work for you right now.”
    Joe dumped the box of donuts on Holly’s table at the end of the