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see Mt. Rainier from here,” she quickly added.
    “I’ll have to come and visit sometime soon,” he said with a hint of amusement. It was dark and she couldn’t see very well, but she was willing to bet he was wearing that impish smile of his. He opened the door and circled the car to open hers. “I’ll walk you to the door. This may be beautiful, but it also looks very lonely at night.”
    She couldn’t argue with that. It was indeed lonely, which was part of the charm. However, she did avoid coming home late because ominous shadows always seemed to hide in the bushes and behind the giant evergreens that surrounded the whole property. Her rational side told her there was nothing but owls and deer prowling in the dark, but her cautious—and possibly a bit paranoid—female side told her otherwise. Secretly, she was grateful he was willing to walk her to the door. As they approached, the sensor turned the porch lights on. They could see the little quaint window beside the front door and the now dormant rhododendrons planted underneath it. In the spring they exploded in a profusion of violets and reds, lending the whole place a certain fairy-tale aura and drenching the air in a fresh, inviting scent.
    Petra could tell Sam was truly impressed by her place, and in spite of herself, she felt an irrational sense of pride in it. What did she care what he thought? Yet, it seemed like she did.
    Stopping right under one of the lights, Petra unlocked her door and turned to face him. She hadn’t realized that, once again, he was uncomfortably close to her. Sam gave her one of his charming smiles and she smiled back, shaking a little in awareness of his body. “Well, thank you for dinner and for bringing me home,” she said in a not-so-firm voice. The man could really rattle her nerves, even when not trying.
    “We need to do it again,” he said, lowering his voice to dangerously sexy levels. Taking a step even closer, he added, “Soon.”
    Now she was shaking in earnest. As if an earthquake had chosen her body as the epicenter, she could feel her legs wobbling under her and her arms jerking against her sides. Silently, she thanked God for the cover of darkness, but she couldn’t be one-hundred percent sure he wasn’t aware of her near panic state. In fact, she was pretty certain he knew it very well, for he took two more steps toward her and his body was now tantalizingly touching hers. His warm hands wrapped themselves on her waist and her heart cartwheeled. Instinctively, she tried to step away, but his hands held firm.
    “What are you so afraid of?” he asked, so close to her mouth she could feel his warm breath on her lips.
    Petra hesitated for a second, and that moment of trepidation cost her some more in between space. With his body now glued to hers and his hands pressing gently but firmly into the small of her back, it was obvious he wanted her as much as she wanted him, even though she hated to admit it. He too shook like a leaf on a windy day. “Oh, shit!” she exclaimed under her breath as her lips rose up to meet his.
    The kiss was passionate and urgent at first, as if they both wanted to taste as much of each other as they could in the shortest time possible, but then it became gentle and sensual, unhurried and relished to its fullest. Their bodies fit each other as if they were two pieces from one whole, and Petra found herself melting into his embrace to the point she was not sure where she ended and he began. It was an overwhelming feeling, a mixture of wanting and needing combined with a feverish desperation she could not explain. When they finally broke apart, they were breathless and wanting more. It was that sense of yearning that shook her out of her strange delirium. She wasn’t going to get romantically involved with anyone right now, and she knew herself too well to realize there was no such thing as a one-night stand or a passing fling for her. It was too easy for her romantic heart to take