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Hopechest Ranch. We can squeeze in breakfast between the two.” He linked his fingers withhers and thought of how good her hand felt against his. “Say yes, Cheyenne. I need to see you again. Say yes.”
    â€œYes, Jackson, I’ll have breakfast with you.”
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    Never before had she fascinated a man.
    The thought tightened Cheyenne’s belly as she walked at Jackson’s side along the neat sidewalk illuminated by streetlights that took on the hazy glow of tiny moons.
    When they’d sat across from each other at the café’s small table, it had not been a simple matter to ignore the heat that raced up her arm when he touched her. His hand wasn’t soft, but hard and callused. That had been the first wayward thought that stumbled into her brain. Now, with that same hand pressed against the small of her back, she felt the pressure of each of his fingers, the strength. Power.
    Jackson Colton might make his living as a smooth, sophisticated attorney but he knew how to work with his hands. And the feel of those hands made her knees go weak.
    She rubbed an unsteady palm across her throat. She knew she was breathing too fast. Feeling more than the brief contact of a man’s palm against her back warranted.
    â€œWhich car is yours?” he asked when they turned a corner and stepped into the parking lot on one side of the Cinema Prosperino.
    She tried not to think about the fact that his arm was brushing hers.
    â€œThe white Mustang.”
    As they neared the car, she dug in her purse for her keys. Very deliberately, she turned enough away from Jackson that he was forced to drop his hand.
    Cool, common sense was the order of the day, shereminded herself. He was in trouble— that was the reason her vision had brought her to him. She didn’t yet know why, but she doubted fate had reunited her with Jackson Colton just so she could get a reminder of how a man’s touch could stir her. She’d found that out years ago. That knowledge had left her with a bruised heart. She wasn’t likely to ever forget that experience.
    She shoved the key into the door’s lock, then swung it open. Before she could slide behind the wheel, Jackson’s hand settled on her shoulder.
    â€œCheyenne?”
    She closed her eyes for an instant, then turned to find him standing only inches away. His face was bathed in a mix of moonlight and shadows; the woodsy scent of his cologne drifted to her on the cool, night air.
    â€œYes?”
    â€œI’m glad we had the good luck to run into each other.” As he spoke, he ran a fingertip down her jawline.
    The lightning response of her body to his touch sent a wariness through her that had her wanting to back away. Even if she chose to retreat, it wasn’t an option, she realized. She was trapped with him in the small V formed by the side of the car and the open door.
    Her breath shuddered. Her gift of sight, not luck, had brought them together tonight. Destiny would guide them from here. “I enjoyed talking with you, Jackson.”
    â€œTalking was good.” His fingers closed over one of her hands. “At my uncle’s party, I wondered if your skin felt as soft as it looks. Tonight I found out it does. Now I’m wondering if your skin tastes as rich as it feels.” Moonlight glittered in his gray eyes when he pressed his lips deep in the center of her palm. “It does,” he murmured.
    Her heart shot straight up and lodged in her throat. “Idon’t think…” Her voice trailed off when his lips brushed across hers, soft as a whisper.
    â€œYou don’t think what?” he asked, touching his mouth to hers again with a lightness that had the blood pounding in her head.
    She had ignored her physical needs for so long, she had forgotten what it was to want a man. One man. “I…don’t know…what to think.”
    â€œMe, either.” One of his hands slid beneath her heavy braid to