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always had a rumpled, tousled look that made him think of rolling her around on silky sheets—and as that thought strolled through his mind, it was all he could do to keep from reaching for her. But it wasn’t just what she did for his body. He liked how her mind worked. Even when it frustrated him. Talking to her was like walking in circles and her sense of humor was a little unsettling at times, too. But the sound of her laughter was enough to set off sparklers in his bloodstream.

      And now he knew that she was thoughtful enough to arrange for kids to get brand-new jackets. And that she was selfless enough to be embarrassed about it when he found out and faced her with it.

      She couldn’t be more different from his ex-wife. Alanna couldn’t see further than her own reflection. She’d tossed him over without a thought, to get the one thing she’d wanted and wasn’t able to get without him.

      Entrance to the United States.

      Old hurts rippled through him, but he buried their memory into a dark hole in the corner of his heart and hoped they’d stay there for a while. It wasn’t often he thought about Alanna. And he liked that she was becoming more and more a part of his past. Though even he had to admit that she’d influenced his present and certainly his future. Never again would he trust that “head over heels” feeling. Never again would he believe a woman when she told him that she loved him more than life itself.

      And most important, never again would he allow himself to be as vulnerable to pain. If that meant living alone, then that’s just how it would have to be.

      Grumbling to himself, he pushed thoughts of Alanna aside and concentrated on the woman standing in front of him. Lilah tossed her head to one side, swinging that long, glorious fall of hair back over her shoulder and he studied the line of her throat, the delicate curve of her jaw. Air jammed up in his lungs and he had to fight for his next breath. Not a good sign, he told himself, but didn’t know how to keep from feeling that nearly electrical jolt of awareness.

      Especially when memories of that kiss kept plaguing him.

      She turned those big blue eyes on him and gave him one of her damn near nuclear smiles. And Kevin knew for sure that he wanted her more than his next breath. His entire body was practically humming with a kind of need he’d never experienced before. Not even with Alanna.

      And that fact worried him.

      “What time is it?” she asked.

      Why wasn’t she wearing a watch? Crystals, yes. Silver bells, of course. But a simple watch? No way.

      “Ten hundred,” he said with a quick glance at his left wrist.

      “Ten o’clock,” she said and checked the pamphlet again. “Good.” She lifted her gaze to his and dazzled him with a smile bright enough to start a fire. Then she grabbed his hand and tugged at him. “We just have time to make it to the dolphin show.”

      Obediently, he followed after, trying to keep his gaze from settling on the curve of her behind or the damn near delicious sway of her hips.

      Dolphins.

      And that’s how it went all day. They hurried from one show to another, stopping only for lunch. He’d never seen a woman so completely entranced by the little things. She loved cotton candy and hot chocolate. She dipped her French fries in ranch dressing and ordered a diet soda with an ice-cream sundae. She laughed easily and teased him mercilessly and he enjoyed it all.

      By late afternoon, Kevin had seen enough fish and sea-going mammals to last him a lifetime. But Lilah showed no signs of slowing down. Damned if she wasn’t as fresh and enticing as she had been at the beginning of the day. With her endurance, she’d have made a helluva Marine.

      And she wasn’t about to leave until she’d seen what she laughingly referred to as “The Big Guns.”

      Shamu.

      The arena was practically empty, but still she insisted on sitting down on the azure benches—despite the clearly painted warning that the first five rows might get wet.

      The water was incredibly blue. Nearly as blue as her eyes and as Lilah applauded and laughed and oohed and aahed at the whale and its trainers, Kevin was watching her. Everything she felt registered on her face. Her expressions shifted constantly and he felt as though he could watch her forever.

      Such a contrast, he thought. She fired his blood and kept him on his toes when she argued with him. Yet here she sat, as excited as any of the kids in the arena. There were so many sides to Lilah Forrest, he had a feeling that even if he knew her for years, she’d be able to keep him guessing.

      Years, he thought and waited for the inward shudder that usually accompanied such thoughts, but it didn’t come. That alone should have worried him.

      “Look at him,” she said in an awed whisper. “Isn’t he amazing?”

      Dutifully, Kevin tore his gaze from her to look at the huge tank in front of him. The huge black-and-white whale did a quick circuit of its tank, creating waves that crashed and broke in its wake. The trainer was treading water in the middle of the pool, shouting instructions and slapping his open palm on the surface of the churning sea water.

      Lilah’s excitement was damn near contagious. Even he got caught up in watching that mammoth creature swimming so gracefully. But a moment later, Kevin saw it coming. Knew what was going to happen the minute the killer whale made its first leap out of the water. On the far side of the tank, it lifted its huge body clear of the pool, then slammed home again, sending a wall of water swooshing over the clear side of the tank and onto the benches.

      Before he could grab Lilah and make a run for it though, Shamu was upon them. Again, the whale rose from the depths, seemed to pause briefly in midair, then crashed back into the water. Instantly, a regular tsunami swelled over the lip of the clear tank wall and slammed down onto Lilah and Kevin, drenching them both instantly.

      Sputtering and blinking, Kevin stood up and looked down at the laughing woman beside him. Her hair was absolutely soaked, hanging down on either side of her face like blond seaweed. She laughed and the pure, warm sound of it slid down inside him, taking the chill from his blood and lighting up his soul.

      Then his gaze slipped from her face to her chest and just that fast, his body went on full alert. Her plain, white cotton blouse had suddenly become transparent. And the white lace bra she wore hid nothing from him. He saw her every curve. Her erect nipples peaked against the fabric and it was all he could do to keep from reaching out and cupping her breasts in his palms. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life.

      His mouth went dry and when he lifted his gaze to hers again, he saw knowledge in her eyes. She knew just what he was thinking. But even better, she seemed to be thinking the same thing.

      “You’re all wet,” she said.

      “Yeah,” he said, his voice sounding rusty even to himself. “You, too.”

      She glanced down at her shirtfront briefly, then swung her hair out of her face as she looked back up at him. “Guess you can pretty much tell I’m cold, too.”

      “Pretty much,” he admitted, though her being cold was making him hotter than he’d ever been before.

      Then she shivered and his hormones slipped a notch. Wrapping one arm around her shoulders, he pulled her in close to his side.

      “You’re as wet and cold as I am,” she said, looking up at him even as she snuggled in, looking for warmth.

      “Oh, I’m wet,” he said, then muttered, “but cold? I don’t think so.”

      He led her down and out of the arena, and instinctively headed for the front gate. The sun was already sinking behind a low-lying bank of clouds on the horizon. Streaks of rose and violet burst along the edges of those clouds and spread across the sky like a spill of paint. A cold, ocean wind blew past them and Lilah pressed herself to his side, wrapping one arm around his waist.

      “It’ll only take a minute to get to the car. We’ll get

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