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grinned at her. “Not very well. I have this commitment problem.”

      “You and about twenty million other guys.” Allie grinned back. “Big deal. I bet once it’s over for you, it’s over. I bet you don’t go on obsessing about it afterward.”

      “No. But then I’ve never loved anyone enough to obsess about it.”

      “Well, that’s just my point.” She sat up again. “I’m not sure I loved Mark. I didn’t even like Mark much toward the end, which may be one of the reasons he dumped me. But I was used to being with him, working on the show, you know? I’m just…stuck in this stupid rut, and I need something to bounce me out of it.”

      Charlie looked confused but not condemning. “So, your plan was that we’d sleep together, and then what?”

      “Then I’d be over Mark, and we’d go to work.”

      “A short-term arrangement.” He sounded noncommittal, which wasn’t encouraging.

      Allie tried to get back to selling the idea. “Absolutely. A one-night stand. No strings. The last thing in the world I need right now is another relationship.” The thought of trying to keep another man happy made her tired all by itself. “I’m just sick of feeling like I’m going to throw up every time I see Mark.”

      “You and about twenty million other people.”

      Allie laughed. “No, really.” She tried to be serious. “He’s a nice guy. Lots of people like him. His show is very popular. And he takes a nice publicity picture.”

      “Oh, that’s important in radio.”

      Allie turned to look at him when she heard the scorn in his voice. “Oh? And what do you do in radio?”

      Charlie tensed for a moment and then relaxed deeper into the couch. “Well, there used to be a really late show in Lawrenceville from two to six. After Two with Ten Tenniel.” He grinned down at her and she grinned back because it was impossible not to. “Strange people call from two to six. I’m hoping the ten-to-two people are at least half as bizarre.”

      His voice was low but it kept his grin in it when he talked. That was one of things she liked best about him, although actually, there was a lot to like about Charlie. She leaned a little closer to him. “You like bizarre? Then you’re going to love WBBB.”

      “I love bizarre. That’s why I let you pick me up.” He looked down at her, and she could have sworn she saw heat in his eyes. But then, what did she know about men?

      Charlie stood up and pulled her off the couch. “Go to bed, Allie, so I can go to bed. You get the bathroom first.” He patted her shoulder. “I’ll help you with Mark tomorrow, not by sleeping with you, but now I’ve got to get some real sleep.”

      Well, that was that. Allie walked back to her bedroom door. She should have known it wouldn’t work.

      Rats.

      Unless…

      CHARLIE WATCHED HER walk toward her bedroom and tried to feel virtuous for turning her down. He did feel virtuous. He’d made a great sacrifice. There was nothing he wanted more than to be in Allie’s hands.

      In Allie’s bed.

      Oh, hell.

      Feeling virtuous was a lousy trade for what he was giving up.

      Allie stopped, and then turned back to him, a much too innocent look on her face. “How about a smaller favor?”

      “Smaller than sex?”

      “Yes.” She drifted back to him, and he felt wary again.

      “What?”

      Allie took off her glasses and lifted her chin. “Kiss me. So I can concentrate this time. I missed it the last time. In the bar.”

      Charlie ran his fingers through his hair. All his instincts told him to run, but she was standing there with that great mouth, and he wanted it. “You really are something. You treat all the guys you meet like this?”

      Allie shook her head, and he watched the light glint in her hair as it swung back and forth. “Nope. You just happened to hit me on a very unusual day.”

      “Lucky me.” Charlie swallowed and surrendered. “Okay, pucker up, but this time, pay attention. I don’t want to have to keep on doing this.”

      She nodded. “Right.”

      Allie lifted her face to his, and he bent and kissed her. He meant to make it brief, but the softness of her mouth moved against his and took his breath away. I’m in big trouble here, he thought, and then he stopped thinking.

      He felt her hand on his cheek, and he closed his eyes. She was intoxicating, and he opened his mouth and teased her lips with his tongue until she opened to him and he could taste her. Her body moved against him, and he held her close, moving his hands up to her shoulders and then back down to the small of her back, pressing her hips close to his, soft against him.

      When he finally broke the kiss, they were both breathless.

      “Thank you,” Allie said unsteadily as she stepped back. “That was very nice. Good night.” She backed away into the bathroom and shut the door.

      Charlie sat down on the couch and tried to remember where he was.

      He was not going to get involved with Allie. He had a job to worry about. He was going to lay low. He was going to not make waves. He was going to do his job and get out. He was going to forget Allie and get some sleep.

      He unbuttoned his shirt and went to find his bag. He didn’t have pajamas, but with Allie flitting about making suggestions, he had to wear something. He found his sweatpants just as Allie came out of the bathroom in a long blue cotton nightgown. She looked very virginal.

      “Here are your sheets and things,” she said, putting them on the end of the couch. “Do you need anything else?”

      Charlie clamped down on his wayward thoughts. “No. Thank you.”

      “Good night.” She hesitated, and then she went into her room.

      He took his sweatpants and his toothbrush into the bathroom. Don’t think about her, he told himself. He got ready for bed, concentrating on not thinking about Allie, and then he went out to the couch and made his bed, concentrating on not thinking about Allie, and then he got into his bed, concentrating on not thinking about Allie.

      It wasn’t working.

      ALLIE LAY IN bed and thought about Charlie.

      God, he was beautiful, standing there in the living room with his shirt unbuttoned. She’d never been turned on just looking at a man before, but he was so broad and beautiful. And dangerous.

      If they were on TV instead of radio, she’d make him leave his shirt unbuttoned. Women would be clawing at the set.

      And then there was his mouth. Kissing like that should be illegal. Or at least licensed.

      She put her hands over her face and groaned. Sleeping with Charlie would not be penicillin. Sleeping with Charlie would be cocaine. Of all the stupid ideas she’d had in her life, this was the stupidest.

      Why didn’t she ever listen to Joe?

      She turned over onto her side, concentrating on not thinking about Charlie.

      God, he looked good. And he kissed better.

      She buried her head under the pillow and tried to think about her career.

      CHARLIE ROLLED OVER on the couch. Sleeping with Allie would be wrong. She was emotionally vulnerable right now. By tomorrow, she’d be relieved he hadn’t taken her up on her offer.

      Of course, by tomorrow, he’d be insane with frustration.

      It was that damn kiss. If she hadn’t asked for the kiss,

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