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head given half the chance."

"And apparently so will I. I need to get back." She pushed to her feet. "Thanks for the beer."

"I'm thinking about tossing something on the grill in a bit." He rose as well, casually shifting in a way that boxed her between the porch rail and his body. "That and the microwave are my culinary areas. Why don't you have another beer, and I'll cook something up?"

He could cook something up, she thought, she had no doubt. Tall, sun-streaked and charming with a faint wash of nerd. Too appealing for her own good. "I've been up since six, and I've got a full day tomorrow."

"Ever take a day off?" He trailed his fingertips-just the fingertips- down her arm. "And this would be me officially hitting on you."

"I suspected that. I'm not actually scheduling any time off right now."

"In that case I'd better take advantage of the moment."

She expected smooth, a nice quiet cruise by the way his head dipped toward hers, by the lazy interest in those gold-rimmed eyes. Later, when she could think about it clearly, she decided she hadn't been entirely wrong. It was smooth, in the way a good shot of excellent whiskey, straight up, is smooth.

But rather than a nice, quiet cruise, she got a strong, hard jolt when his mouth closed over hers. The sort that bulleted straight to her belly. The hands that gripped her arms gave one quick, insistent tug that had her pressed against him. In another of those subtle moves, he had her back against the post, and her mouth completely captivated.

Zero to sixty, she thought. And she'd forgotten to strap in first.

She clamped her hands on his hips and let the speed take her.

Everything he'd imagined-and his imagination was boundless- paled. Her taste was more potent, her lips more generous, her body more supple. It was as if he'd painted this first kiss in the brightest, boldest colors in his palette.

And even they weren't deep enough.

She was a ride on a dragon, a flight through space, a dive into the deep waters of an enchanted sea.

His hands swept up from her shoulders to her face, then into her hair to tug the band tying it back. He eased away to see her with her hair tumbled, to see her eyes, her face before he drew her back again.

But she pressed a hand to his chest. "Better not." She let out a careful breath. "I've already hit my quota of mistakes for this decade."

"That didn't feel like a mistake to me."

"Maybe, maybe not. I have to think about it."

He ran his hands down to her elbows and back up as he watched her. "That's really a damn shame."

"It is." She took another breath. "It absolutely is. But..."

At her light nudge, he stepped back. "Here's what I need to know. There's persistence, there's pacing and there's pains in the ass. I'm wondering which category you'd consider it if I wander over to your place now and then or invite you over here, with the full intention of trying to get you naked."

The dog made an odd gurgling sound from under the chair, and Cilla watched one of those bulging eyes open. As if he waited for the answer, too.

"You haven't come close to the third yet, but I'll let you know if you do."

She sidestepped. "But I'm going to take a rain check on that offer of food and nudity. I've got a porch-veranda-to finish tomorrow."

"Oh, that tired old excuse."

She laughed, went down the steps before she changed her mind. "I do appreciate the Corona, the ear and being hit on."

"Come back anytime for any or all of the above."

He leaned on the rail as she walked across the road, returned the wave she sent him when she reached the open gates. And he bent and picked up the little stretchy band of blue he'd tugged out of her hair.

FORD DEBATED GIVING her some time, some space. Then decided the hell with that. His latest novel was on his editor's desk, and before he dove too deeply into Brid, he wanted some visual aids. Plus, since Cilla didn't appear to be put off by the persistent, he intended to be just that.

After he rolled out of bed at what he considered the civilized hour of ten, checked the backyard to see that Spock was already up and chasing his ghost cats, he took his coffee outside and watched her work on her front veranda.

He considered he could get