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thirteen years ago.”
    His smile was bright. “That was a small bike compared to what I’m buying now. This is a touring bike, built for cross-country travel. There’s plenty of room for both of us. We can buy supplies to camp out under the stars, but we’ll stay a few nights in a hotel too. There are lots of things to see in Texas and New Mexico.”
    This was so totally out of left field. Felicia had expected to have some great sex tonight and tomorrow, and then to take her flight out of New Orleans to Albuquerque on Sunday. After that she would go home and cry because she’d had something she’d always wanted and would never be able to have again.
    But now…could she? The idea of spending so much time with Ash was very enticing.
    “I’m not sure I remember how to ride a motorcycle.” It sounded like an excuse, but it gave her time to think.
    “It’s like riding a bike,” he said, and they both grinned. “Seriously, babe, all you have to do is let me sit between your legs, and lean when I lean.”
    That sounded perfect. “There’s a term for it, isn’t there, when you ride behind someone on a motorcycle?”
    “Yeah, it’s called riding bitch.”
    Felicia was pretty sure she should think this over, should consider all the implications. There was her house, which would be empty for how long?
    “What sort of time frame are we talking about?”
    “It’s about a fourteen-hour ride,” Ash responded. “But if we play our cards right, it can take up to a week, give or take a few days. That will give us plenty of playtime, where we can get to know each other again.”
    “A week.”
    “Yeah, we can visit San Antonio, maybe even go down to Carlsbad Caverns and then up to Santa Fe.”
    A week with Ash, on the back of his motorcycle, her legs wrapped around his hips, nights spent under the stars, in the same position. There were many reasons she should say no, not the least of them being that when the week was over, he would be gone from her life again.
    But she wanted to, and that was the main reason for saying yes. While she was still debating with herself about what she should do, she heard the words, “Ash, I’d love to ride bitch with you,” come out of her mouth.

Chapter Three
    Was jealousy something you were supposed to feel at a wedding? Because that was the feeling seeping into Felicia’s bones right now. The look of sheer love on Doug’s face as he repeated his vows stirred the emotion. She wanted that expression on Ash’s face as he fixed his attention on her.
    Felicia lowered her gaze, then lifted it and focused just a little behind Doug. Ash stood there, his muscles encased in a tuxedo. Her stomach and her clit tightened. Unlike Felicia, who had been watching Doug, Ash was not looking at Courtney. He was staring at Felicia, his expression unreadable.
    Then a slight smile twitched at the edge of his lips, making him seem very roguish. Was he thinking of other ways to tie her up? It was all she could do to control the shiver that passed through her at the idea.
    Last night had been incredible. After the first orgasm, he’d held her close and kissed the top of her head several times as he stroked her shoulders and arms. Then he’d refastened her arms and made love to her again—slowly, leisurely, his fingers touching her so lightly it had made her feel as if he were running feathers over her body.
    After he’d brought her to orgasm with his tongue again, he’d entered her, this time taking his sweet time about coming to a climax. If last night had been any indication, she was in for a week of pure bliss.
    Ash had definitely learned new things in the thirteen years they’d been apart. The only problem with that, as far as she could tell, was she didn’t have anything to contribute to the mix. Her lovers had been few and boring. Her parents were disappointed that she hadn’t made a permanent connection with any of them, and more than once her father had said he wanted to see his