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Bother neon sign you haul around, I still have this urge to kiss you.”
    “Huh. I did ask for honesty, didn’t I?” And it pleased her in a stupid, girly sort of way that he wasn’t playing a game, wasn’t hiding his intentions. And, of course, that a hot man wanted to kiss her. She wouldn’t even bother denying that one.
    “So?”
    “So, what?” Her brain was still banked in a fog of possibilities.
    He leaned in and said, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Chapter Three
     
    Sarah’s mind blanked. What? “Yes?”
    “Yes.” He captured her mouth with his, cold noses bumping slightly. She felt pressure on her jaw, then the kiss was over. Before she could protest, he spoke.
    “Sorry, gimme a sec.”
    She cracked one eye open to see him biting the tip of one gloved finger and pulling until the leather came off. He did the same with the other, then shoved both gloves in his coat pocket. Then he gave her a boyish grin and showed off his bare hands. “Now I can do this properly.”
    Cupping her chin with his hands, he leaned in for another kiss. His tongue swept in with confidence, as if he could read her mind and know she wanted more. Though the coats made it difficult, she wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him closer.
    For warmth. Right. Yes, for warmth, that was it.
    What a load of bull. She wanted him. The telltale slickness between her thighs was too evident for even her to deny.
    Damn you, hormones. I thought we talked about this.
    Her hormones weren’t listening. Or if they were, they were rebelling worse than a teenager with an attitude problem.
    Or maybe, instead of the problem, Pete was an answer…
    He pressed her against the side of the garage and even with layers of fabric, she would have sworn she could feel the heat of his erection burning against her stomach. She squirmed and wiggled until one mitten-clad hand managed to squeeze between their bodies and cover the bulge. He sucked in a breath against her cheek and she pushed with the heel of her hand in an obvious invitation.
    The four lonely years since her ex left slammed into her and she felt the heavy weight of desire for the first time in too long.
    How many steps were there to get to her apartment again?
    Too many.
    Would they develop frostbite if they rolled around naked in the snow?
    Probably.
    “Not yet.” Pete groaned and repeated, “Not yet.” He dropped his hands and took a giant step back.
    “Not yet what?” She panted, breath coming out in puffs of steam. The air around them was freezing, but she might as well have been on fire.
    “Just… Just not yet. You need to think. And I need to be sure.”
    “Sure about what?” Okay, that came out like a belligerent child. But seriously!
    “I like you.”
    “I gathered that. I thought that’s what this was all about,” she said dryly.
    “So,” he went on like she’d said nothing, “you need to be sure you understand. I don’t live here. I’m not a permanent thing.”
    “I understood that. No offense, but I kind of considered that part of your appeal.”
    His face contorted for a moment. If she had to guess, she’d say he was biting back a smile. “Just think about it,” he said and turned to walk away. “I’ll see you around.” He disappeared around the corner of Mrs. Nelson’s house and was gone.
    Sarah trudged upstairs and let herself into the slightly-warmer apartment. Stripping off her mittens, she bent down to flip on her space heater. Toasty it was not, but it worked. And she never wanted to take advantage of Mrs. Nelson’s energy bill by cranking up the heat too high. The wonderful old lady already let her stay in the apartment for a fraction of the normal rent in the area. She wouldn’t abuse the generosity.
    She tossed her coat over the desk chair and flopped down on the bed, not bothering to remove her scarf. It still wasn’t warm enough yet.
    What the hell was going on with her life? Since when had she felt blatant attraction to a perfect