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here?” She hated her fragile, shaky voice, but she didn’t dare take slow, deep breaths. Not with him so close. If she breathed deeply, she might catch a scent of his cologne. Just thinking about it made her mouth water.
    “No.” He brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers. Shuddering, she closed her eyes, fighting the answering surge of need pulsing through her body. “Take the job, Rae. I won’t interfere, but I do want to see you.” His fingers settled beneath her chin, slowly, inexorably forcing her to meet his gaze.

    A mountain fell on her chest, crushing her. She couldn’t breathe beneath the onslaught, the weight and agony of the memories. His hands, his voice, his eyes. Unforgettable.
    “I have just one question I need answered, and then I’ll let you go. All right?”
    She nodded, tensing for a fight. Too bad she’d climbed behind the steering wheel. She wouldn’t be able to get a good kick at him. I can slug him, though. She curled her right hand into a fist.
    The pad of his thumb slid over her lower lip and every muscle in her lower body clenched. Her fingers uncurled and the urge to punch him melted away. Oh God, not a kiss.
    How could she fight the very thing she’d dreamed about for five years? She had the insane thought that a single kiss would irreparably seal her to him forever. That she’d never be free of the desire she felt for him, no matter how much heartache he caused her.
    No matter how much he hurt her again.
    He leaned toward her, his lips parting slightly.
    She flinched back as far as the seat let her, merely an inch or two. But it was enough. His face closed down, grooves lined his grim, flat mouth, his shoulders and head drooped, and his eyes shadowed with defeat.
    A small sound escaped her mouth, startling her. Disappointment. Regret. She wasn’t sure. Five years ago he hadn’t kissed her, not really. Now, he’d never kiss her. She’d never know the mastery in his mouth, the texture of his lips, the stroke of his tongue.
    His head whipped up and his gaze locked on her. His eyes slowly heated, his mouth curling. Now he leaned back toward her slowly with smug certainty, holding her gaze. A switch flipped in him, in her, smoldering from his eyes to her body. “Do you want to find out what I taste like?”
    Damn it all to hell, he was arrogant and demanding and she’d never wanted anything more in her entire life than his mouth on hers, right here, right now. Her heart pounded a staccato beat inside her head. Despite the bitter history that lay between them like a wasteland, she still wanted him. Idiot. She croaked out, “Is that your question?”
    Heavy lidded, his gaze settled on her mouth. “No. You already answered the first question.”
    Hovering over her mouth, he reached across her. Her body jerked alive, tingling and trembling at the hope of his hands. Instead, he snagged something from the seat and brought it up where she could see it. Her business card.
    “I’ve been dreaming about how good you’ll taste for five years, darlin’.” He flicked the card and slid it into his shirt pocket. “Go home, wherever that is. Think about how good I’ll taste. Then come back to Beulah Land tonight and help Miss Belle. I —” he stepped back and shut the door for her, “—will call you this time.”
    Daddy’s beat-up truck didn’t have air conditioning, so the windows were rolled down.
    Staring at Conn, it was all she could do to put the truck in gear and drive away. But she did.
    She had to.
    Self preservation. She’d learned that lesson from him first and from her ex-husband second. The driveway curved in front of the house, past the grand if peeling front porch. Miss Belle waved a piece of paper as she drove by. “Dinner’s at six o’clock, dear. Wear a dress!”
    Rae groaned out loud. It was the damned contract she’d signed. Why, oh, why hadn’t she said no?

    Conn had never expected to find the student who’d given him a failing grade on the greatest