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      “What did he say?” he asked.

      “Not much. That’s what got me. He never took responsibility for his actions. He never thought he was wrong.” She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. “I can’t tell you how much it hurt to find out the truth. It was as if I’d never known him. I thought he was different. I thought he was special, but I was wrong.”

      There was still pain in her eyes. Jack didn’t know how long it would take to get over something like that. He knew a little of her past—that her father had walked out with no warning and had abandoned her and her mother. No wonder she was wary around men.

      “Okay, this is boring,” she said, a smile trembling on her lips. “Let’s talk about something a little more perky. Like you. A lawyer, huh? Who would have thought.”

      “That’s me—a man interested in the law.”

      “Really? But it’s so stodgy.”

      He grinned. “Not to me.”

      “I don’t know. All those thick books you have to read. Case law. So not my thing.”

      “Not to mention the clothes.”

      “Yeah. The dark suits would really depress me. So what’s the game plan? You work your way up to senior partner, then torture new associates for sport?”

      “That’s one possibility.”

      “And the other?”

      He didn’t usually talk about his future plans with many people. Not that he didn’t trust Samantha. “I want to be a judge.”

      She stretched her legs out in front of her. “Wow—that’s pretty cool.” She tilted her head and studied him. “I think you’d be good at it. You’re very calm and you reason things through. If only the robe weren’t black.”

      He chuckled. “Every career has drawbacks.”

      “True, and that’s not a big one. Judge Hanson. I like it. All the more reason to get back to your law firm.”

      “Exactly.”

      “Which means every disaster is something you can almost take personally,” she murmured. “That’s got to be hard on you.”

      He wasn’t surprised that she understood. He and Samantha had never had a communication problem. Their friendship had been based on long nights spent talking, arguing and seeking common ground.

      “I’ve agreed to stay for three months,” he said. “When that time is up, I’m going back to my real job.”

      “The company won’t be the same without you,” she told him. “But I understand why you want to leave.”

      Charlie stretched, then stood and looked meaningfully at the backpack. Jack pulled out the Frisbee and threw it. Charlie raced after it and caught it in midair. Samantha scrambled to her feet.

      “Did you see that? He’s incredible. Does he always catch it?”

      “Most of the time. Border collies are athletic dogs.”

      “I guess.”

      Charlie trotted the Frisbee back and put it at Jack’s feet. Jack threw it farther this time.

      “Amazing,” Samantha said. “What a fun way to spend your Saturday morning. Do you always come to this park?”

      “Mostly. There are a few other dog parks around the city. Sometimes we jog along the lake. You’ll have fun exploring.”

      “I know,” she said absently, watching his dog. “Although my travels will be limited by my lack of driving.”

      “What? You don’t drive?”

      She crossed her arms over her chest. “No, I don’t. I never learned before I went to college and once there, I didn’t have the opportunity. Since then I’ve been living in Manhattan. I did fine with public transportation or walking.”

      “You don’t drive?” He couldn’t imagine it. How could someone not know how to drive?

      “No matter how many times you repeat the question, the answer’s going to stay the same,” she said. “It’s not that big a deal.”

      “It’s a little scary,” he said. “Want me to teach you?”

      The invitation came out before he could stop it. Instantly he braced himself for her standard refusal. What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he accept the fact that Samantha just wasn’t into him that way?

      “I’ve seen your fancy car,” she said. “Too much pressure.”

      Was that a yes? Did he want it to be? Wasn’t he done trying to make points with her?

      “I can get my hands on an old clunker.”

      “Really? I’m tempted. I’ve always felt, I don’t know, weird about the whole driving thing.” She studied him. “You wouldn’t yell, would you?”

      “Not my style.”

      Charlie barked, urging the Frisbee game to continue. Jack ignored him.

      “Then thank you for asking,” she said. “I’d be delighted to take you up on your offer. But if you change your mind, you have to tell me. I don’t want you doing something you don’t want to do.”

      “Again, not my style.”

      She laughed. “Jack, you’re currently doing a job you hate because it’s the right thing to do.”

      He chuckled, realizing she had a point. “Not counting that.”

      Charlie barked again. Then he picked up the Frisbee he’d dropped and brought it to them. Jack reached for it, as did Samantha. Their arms bumped, their shoulders crashed and the two of them tumbled onto the blanket.

      Jack twisted and put out his hands to pull her against him, so he could take the weight of the fall. They landed with a thud that pushed out most of his air.

      Her hands were on the blanket, her body pressed intimately against his. His legs had fallen apart and she lay nestled between his thighs. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest.

      Their eyes locked. Something darkened hers and all he could think about was kissing her.

      There were a lot of reasons not to and only one reason he should.

      Because he wanted to.

       Chapter Six

      Samantha felt the light brush of his mouth on hers. She knew she could easily stop him by saying something or simply rolling off him. It was the sensible thing to do. And yet she found herself not wanting to move. Her recollection of her previous kisses with Jack, from that one extraordinary night they’d shared, were still vivid in her mind. She was confident that she’d inflated their impressiveness over time. A kiss now would allow for comparison.

      When she didn’t move, he cupped her face with his hands and angled his head. Then he kissed her again, this time moving his lips back and forth. She felt heat and soft pressure. Blood surged in her body, making her want to squirm closer. She was already right on top of him, their bodies touching in so many interesting places, but suddenly that wasn’t enough. She needed more.

      He moved his hands, easing them past her ears so he could bury his fingers in her hair. Then he parted his mouth and bit down on her bottom lip.

      The unexpected assault made her breath catch. He took advantage of her parted lips and slipped his tongue inside.

      It was like drowning in warm, liquid desire. Wanting crashed over her, filling every cell until it was all she could think of. His fingers still tangled in her hair, which made her impatient. She wanted him touching her … everywhere.

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