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Dragging my gaze back to his, I could have sworn he could read my thoughts yet again. His cocky grin grew larger. My eyes traveled back down his hard torso and I saw a twitch beneath his kilt. A really big twitch.

I dug in my heels, shook my head and started to back away. “Maybe this is a mistake.”

His hand reached out and caressed my cheek, his eyes glued to mine. One more step back and the brick building stopped my retreat. Mr. Kilt leaned in. Heat, mixed with his strong male scent, surrounded my quivering body. His other hand came up and rested on the wall behind me.

Boxed in, I watched his lips move, his breath quicken and something that looked like concern stream from his eyes. Every nerve in my body called out, wanting his touch. I forgot about the alley as my attention narrowed to him and the rapidly shrinking space between us.


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Once out of sight, he turned in his seat and brought the coffee cup to his lips. As he swallowed, his eyes landed on the car keys sitting next to Kari's empty plate.

With a wicked smile, he covered them with his hand and headed toward the door.

Outside he watched her fumbling through her purse while standing in front of a four-wheel drive rental car. A strand of blonde hair slid over her face; she tossed it back in frustration and mumbled a curse.

"Looking for these?" He held up the keys and shook them with a jingle.

Her head shot up, eyes narrowed.

"You left them on the counter," he found himself explaining.

Taking a step in his direction, she reached out to capture them from his fingers. Nick playfully pulled them out of reach. She cocked her head to the side and dropped her hand.

"Have dinner with me," he spoke before she could say anything.

"What?" She looked at him as if he was crazy.

"You know, dinner. Kind of like breakfast, only later and with wine."

"Are you always so forward, Mr. Murdock?"

"Nick."

"Are you always so forward, Nick?" she emphasized his name to express her annoyance.

"I believe in being direct."

She took another step in his direction and smoothed her hair back. Her tongue shot out and moistened her lips. The action shot heat to his groin. "I'm glad to hear that, Nick. I believe in being direct, too." Stepping closer, she brought one hand up between them, tilted her head back to gaze into his eyes. Low lashes fluttered in a way that proved she knew her affect on him.

A small shock registered when she trailed a finger down his arm. "I think you are very attractive."

"That's a start." His voice grew husky. "But..."

"But," she sighed and walked her fingers down his arm. "I don't like being held hostage for a date." With that, she grabbed her keys from his hand and turned to walk away.