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your smooth moves dusted off.”

      “Always do. You never know when you might need them.” He studied her mouth. “You know, just because the wedding’s over doesn’t mean we have to go home. You want to go somewhere, get a drink?”

      The idea appealed and alarmed. Taking a chance on him suddenly seemed like a far greater risk than merely jumping off a high platform. Yet the sense of anticipation that she’d felt all day suddenly intensified. “I’d like to but I’m meeting my brother and his family for breakfast early tomorrow.”

      “Lucky brother. Maybe some other time, then.”

      She swallowed. “I’d like that.”

      “Yeah?” His eyes locked on hers. “So would I. Why don’t you give me your number and I’ll call you?”

      She patted her small, beaded evening bag. “I don’t have a pen or anything. Do you have something to write on?”

      He shook his head. “Say it. I’ll remember.”

      “You have a photographic memory?”

      “For the important things.” He reached out to trace his fingertips along her jaw.

      Adrenaline surged through her. Her entire body, every nerve, every sense was immediately focused on that one place that his fingers touched. Warm, as they traced over her skin, just rough enough to give her gooseflesh. Her lips parted, seeking air.

      “So tell me.” Gil leaned in closer.

      “Tell you?” she said blankly.

      “Your number. You tell me and I’ll repeat it.”

      Jillian moistened her lips. “Two, two, five.”

      “Two, two, five.” His gaze was hypnotic, overwhelming.

      “Nine, three,” she managed. Her heart thudded in her chest.

      “Nine, three,” he echoed.

      Jillian hardly noticed when his arms slipped around her. “Two, one,” she whispered. She could feel herself trembling. She caught a breath and found herself inhaling his air.

      “Two, one,” he murmured, his lips almost touching hers.

      And then he kissed her.

      Jillian had been kissed before. She knew what it was like to have a man’s mouth on hers. It had never been anything like this. It had never set her entire body humming with pleasure. It had never made her forget everything around her, exist only for the mindless wonder of mouth on mouth.

      Warm and wonderful and wicked, the kiss flowed through her with the delicious decadence of the most sinful dessert she could imagine. His mouth was softer than she’d expected, and clever, so clever, touching, tasting, tempting her lips to part. Her head fell back, her eyes fluttered shut and she clutched at his shoulders to keep her balance as his taste overwhelmed her.

      She’d imagined how it would be with him, how his mouth would feel on hers. But nothing had prepared her for the overwhelming immediacy, for the tempting slide of tongue that had her knees weakening as desire flowed through her like some intoxicating drug that only had her wanting more. When she made a small, involuntary noise, she felt Gil’s mouth curve against hers. His arms tightened around her, she could feel his body harden.

      It exhilarated.

      And it terrified. Without warning, her throat began to tighten up. Suddenly, she felt the old familiar panic, the one that had always dogged her, beginning to stir. Before she could protest, though, Gil released her. And then he was just smiling down at her and the panic was receding.

      “Two, two, five, nine, three, two, one,” he repeated and leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose. “I’ll call you.”

      “If you get any more pregnant, Eric’s going to have to rent a moving van to get you to the hospital,” Jillian said to her sister-in-law, Jenny Logan, as they sat out on the back deck of the couple’s house.

      “Don’t I know it. These Logan men are healthy individuals.” Jenny leaned back on her chaise and rubbed one hand over her belly. “Why wasn’t I smart enough to be attracted to a short man?”

      “She keeps staring at me like it’s my fault,” Eric complained.

      “Well, you were a part of the proceedings,” Jenny pointed out.

      “I had cooperation,” he said. “Some very enthusiastic cooperation, as I recall.”

      “Too much information, guys,” Jillian put in.

      “Cole, you come away from that fence,” Jenny directed her six-year-old adopted son.

      Eric took two quick steps and hoisted the boy into the air before the rottweiler on the other side of the fence bounded up, barking. “Living life on the edge, my man.”

      “I can walk,” Cole argued, squirming.

      “No way,” Eric said, tucking the boy under his arm as if he was a newspaper and tickling him until Cole giggled delightedly.

      “So how was your wedding last night?” Jenny asked, a contented smile on her face. “Another dress for the horror museum?”

      “No. Beautiful dress. Beautiful wedding. And…”

      And a stupefyingly wonderful, all-time champion kiss.

      Jenny gave her an interested look. “And?” she prompted.

      “Nothing.” Jillian flushed.

      Eric was moving Cole through the air like Superman. “Look at Auntie Jillian turn tomato-red,” he said.

      “Tomato-red,” Cole echoed gleefully.

      “Nothing, eh?” Jenny observed. “I don’t suppose this nothing happened to be a wedding guest, did he?”

      “I think I hear the timer going off on the pastries,” Jillian interrupted, hopping up.

      “I’ll help.” Eric followed her into the house.

      “You’re going to have to answer my question sooner or later,” Jenny called through the kitchen window.

      Jillian pulled out the tray of bakery brioche and muffins she’d set to warm in the oven. “I can’t hear you.”

      “You might as well give in,” Eric advised as he poured coffee from the press pot into three mugs. “She’s an expert at cross-examination.”

      That was the problem with a large family, Jillian thought. Nothing could ever remain a secret for long—sooner or later everything got out.

      “He’s just a man I met,” she said offhandedly as she carried out the platter along with plates and napkins, Eric following.

      “Not just a man,” Jenny observed. “You like him.”

      “Okay, I like him. But it was just bridal-party stuff at the wedding. Who knows what’ll come of it?”

      “Do you want something to?” Jenny reached for the coffee mug Eric had set down before her.

      “I want—”

      “Cake!” Cole demanded, running up.

      “Compromise,” Eric said, handing him a mug of hot cocoa and a blueberry muffin.

      “Hot chocolate!” Happily, Cole settled in with his muffin and drink.

      “Gee, I didn’t get any chocolate,” Jenny said.

      “Don’t be so sure.” Eric settled back with the paper.

      Jenny took a sip. “Mocha!” she exclaimed. “Do you know how much I adore you?”

      “Feel free to remind me,” Eric said as he flipped open the paper.

      Jillian shook her

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