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test of his life crawling beneath Miss Belle’s porch. For years, he’d tormented himself about what happened to Rae after that day in his office, so he was fully prepared for the heavy flood of agonizing guilt.
    Yet as soon as he’d seen her, the brutal battle to maintain his self control resumed with a vengeance. Letting her drive away was the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life, with not kissing her senseless in that dusty old truck a close second. Perhaps it’d been a blessing after all when she’d disappeared. He’d already done enough damage.
    His stomach churned with burning shame. She should have kicked him a lot lower than in the chest when he’d dragged her out from beneath the porch. In fact, he should have lain down on the ground and let her stomp him into a bloody pulp instead of scaring her off yet again.
    Standing on the porch with that knowing look that always said his grandma knew exactly what mishaps he’d gotten himself into, Miss Belle arched a brow at him. “She suits you.
    Strong enough to challenge you yet fragile enough to make you work at tenderness, she has a quiet, natural beauty.”
    Hell, there wasn’t a single thing quiet about Rae Jackson. From her long brown hair gently curling down her back to her big, dark, solemn eyes that windowed the sweetest, most honest soul in the world to her rounded curves framed in jeans, she made him crazy enough to howl at the moon and snarl at anybody who dared look at her. All right, so maybe she was the quiet one and he was the noisy bastard. He’d change that once he got her into his bed.
    Ah, but the acid churned even harder, burning a hole in his gut. She’d never trust him enough to come to his bed. Not after what he’d done. Every semester he’d walked into class after class, hoping to see Rae sitting behind a desk. Another year, another regret, another heartache. “How’d you find her?”
    “Never you mind. What did you do to scare her away for so long?”
    His jaws ached and he clenched his hands into fists at his sides. He’d been a damned fool, that’s what. He’d pushed Rae too hard, too fast, like an eager college boy and not a man ten years older and well used to controlling himself. A semester of polite and proper flirting had taken its toll and that last day…
    That day played in his mind every damned night.
    Miss Belle tsked. “The better question, then: Are you going to do it again?”
    “No.” His voice came out as raw and rough as gravel. Grimly, he blocked the vision of Rae bound to his bed and spread out for his attention. Slow. Safe. Gentle. If dominance and submission play terrified her, he’d do missionary the rest of his life and die a happy man. “I won’t hurt her again.”
    “Do I have your word on that?”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    Miss Belle smiled and he suddenly felt a great deal of sympathy for Rae. She had no idea what she’d gotten herself into by agreeing to work for his formidable grandmother. After all, he’d learned from the best.
    “If you hurt my property manager again, then Colonel Healy will haunt you instead of me.”
    Conn laughed, shaking his head. Some days Miss Belle really did seem senile—after all, she was nearly ninety years old—but he’d decided a long time ago to play along. Who knew?
    Maybe the dead Colonel really did talk to her. Or maybe she was just as wickedly clever as always. “Has Grandpa’s ghost been tormenting you again?”
    “Not a day goes by that man doesn’t stick his nose into my life despite being dead half a dozen years now.” Miss Belle huffed and whirled about in a cloud of pink fluff. “Dress up for dinner tonight.”
    His heart leaped, but he tempered that hope with caution and regret. With his control wrecked all to hell, the last thing he wanted to do was scare Rae again. “Do you think she’ll actually come back?”
    Miss Belle replied over her shoulder, “Colonel Healy says you can bet your life on it.
    Oh, he also suggests reciting