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was taking her coat like the good Southern gentleman he was.
    Face heating, she shrugged the garment off, hoping to cover her gaffe. It slipped down to her elbows, but before it could slide off completely Cole stepped in close. He pulled the garment behind her, trapping her arms at her sides. A strange thrill raced down her spine.
    “I’m glad you like it.”
    His mouth was so close that his breath tickled her ear. Sarah felt her hair stir. “You seem a little…warm, darlin’. Can I get you anything? Perhaps a drink to cool you off?”
    She was past warm. This man made her hot. Her whole body tingled with awareness. Her breasts were heavy with need. Sarah knew exactly what she wanted and it wasn’t a drink. She shook her head.
    “Well, if there’s anything I can do to make your visit more…comfortable let me know.”
    “Oh, I will.”
    His low chuckle resonated deep in her womb. “I see. You’re the kind of woman who asks for what she wants—and expects to get it. Ain’t that right, darlin’?”
    Darlin’ . She nodded, melting inside. She knew what she wanted. Him. Now.
    Her coat slipped off and cool air fanned her cheek as Cole stepped back. “You know what they say. Good things come to those who wait.”
    What the hell? Sarah spun around, but Cole was already headed toward the kitchen with her coat over his arm.
    “The tow truck has to take it slow on these roads, so Mike might be a while. Are you sure I can’t get you something? A beer?” His voice was smooth. As if he hadn’t just caressed her ear with his breath. Her neck with his fingers.
    Sarah cleared her throat, trying to rein in her rampant desire. She didn’t know what he was playing at, but if he could be calm so could she. “Do you have any light beer?” she asked, proud that her voice sounded close to normal in spite of the fact that her body trembled.
    Cole stuck his head through the kitchen’s pass-through window, his raised eyebrows saying are you kidding? more effectively than words. “How about some white wine? It’s already chilled.”
    “Sure. That would be great.”
    What kind of snobbery was that? So she liked light beer. She resisted the urge to stick out her tongue when he turned away.
    The clink of glass was followed by the sound of liquid being poured. She wandered into the living room, her heels sinking into the soft moss green carpet. Framed photographs covered much of the walls, but she was too distracted to see the images.
    Cole approached with a dark brown beer bottle in one hand, a glass of wine in the other. When he handed her the glass their fingers touched. She steadied hers with effort. She was about to take a sip when Cole raised his bottle in a toast. “To revving your engine and fixing what ails you.”
    His words echoed her plan precisely. But was he going to get with the program or not?
    Sarah took a sip of the wine. It was good. Very good. Crisp and dry, the way she liked it.
    Luxurious house. Good wine. The man was full of surprises. As if to prove her point, he stepped forward, so close that she had to tilt her head all the way back to look in his face. Her body reacted instantly, every nerve going on high alert.
    Was he going to kiss her?
    He bent his head. Pleasure shimmered through her and her knees almost buckled. She closed her eyes—
    —and nearly jumped out of her skin when a horn blasted outside. Cole put a hand on her arms to steady her.
    “That’d be Mike.” He released her and stepped back. Her body swayed forward, drawn to his like a lodestone to the north. The horn sounded again. She opened her eyes and muttered a curse under her breath.
    “I’ll go tend to your car.”
    His voice was even, but Sarah caught him shifting from foot to foot. Adjusting the sudden tightness in the front of his jeans? She wasn’t the only one affected by their almost-kiss regardless of how cool he acted.
    He headed down a hallway waving an arm toward the living room. “Make yourself at home. Shouldn’t