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ripped nor faded,
hugged narrow hips, and a button-down navy shirt stretched across his
shoulders, accenting those blue, blue eyes. She swallowed and took the single,
perfect daisy he held out to stick behind her ear.
    “You clean up nice.”
    His smile sent flutters
through her as his gaze left her face and drifted lower.
    “Right back at you.”
    Earlier that evening,
after staring into her closet for a good fifteen minutes, Sam had settled on a
short white skirt and canary yellow, sleeveless top. Pleased she’d taken the
time to dash on a bit of mascara and eyeliner, she held the door wide. “Let me
grab my purse and a sweater. It’s cooler than I expected tonight.”
    “Fall is definitely in
the air.” He leaned against the jam, his gaze never leaving her as she scooped
up her belongings.
    Smiling as she brushed
by him, anticipation surged. She had no intention of sleeping with Ethan again,
but a kiss or two was a different matter entirely. That she could do and not
wind up getting hurt when it was time to leave. She was almost certain of it.
    “Aren’t you going to
lock your door?”
    Pausing to pull the key
from her purse, she turned around. “I’m out of the habit. The hut I was living
in wasn’t exactly burglar proof.”
    He rested his hand on
her back as they walked to his pickup. “Where were you this last time?”
    “Indonesia.”
    Opening the door, he
helped her in with a hand under her elbow. “Sounds hot.”
    Her arm tingled where
his fingers lingered. Speaking of hot… “I got used to it.”
    He jogged around the
front of the truck and slid onto the seat. “What are you in the mood for
tonight, Mexican or Italian?”
    “Maybe we’d better avoid
margaritas.” She leaned back and crossed her legs.
    His grin stole her
breath.
    “I’m wounded. I thought
it was my charm that broke down your inhibitions all those years ago, not the
tequila.”
    “To be on the safe side,
let’s not test your theory.”
    “Italian it is.” He gave
her a slow smile. “This is why I wanted to see you again. A woman who can laugh
at herself is definitely worth getting to know better.”
    They drove through the
lengthening shadows, an old Eagles tune playing on the radio. The cool evening
breeze shivered over her skin. “Do you mind if I close the window? After five
months in the tropics, I’m a wimp.”
    “I don’t mind at all,
but you might. It smells like dog in here.”
    She raised the window.
“I love dogs. I always wanted one when I was a kid, but my mom was allergic.
Not that it would have been much of an issue…” Lips pressed together, she stopped
speaking.
    “Where are your parents?
I haven’t seen them around in ages.”
    “Spain, I think, or
maybe New York. Wyatt mentioned he was going to see them this month.”
    They drove past Alpine
Market with its bins of fresh produce out front, a real estate office with a
message sign flashing details of a recent listing, and Sierra Sports where
climbing gear was displayed in the front window before turning off the main
drag onto what was sarcastically termed restaurant row by the locals.
    Sugar Pine Creek rushed
down a fern covered hillside in a sparkling cascade, providing a scenic
panorama for diners. Ethan parked in front of the red and white striped awning
over the main entrance to Rosa’s Place and hurried around to open her door. His
big, calloused palm holding her arm as they entered the restaurant sent a rush
of warmth through her. The hostess led them to a small table at the back of the
room with a view of the creek. Sam slid onto her chair and let out a breath
when he finally released her. Keeping her distance was going to be a challenge.
    A dilemma which
intensified when he hit her with one of those killer smiles.
    “Wine?”
    “What’s pasta without
red wine?”
    Ethan’s smile grew.
“Good point.”
    Trying not to notice how
her insides quivered, she studied him as he spoke to the server. The clean line
of his profile—strong jaw,