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to date made him bristle with annoyance. Hell, he could
arrange his own love life but this woman staring at him probably deemed him
short in the “How to Attract a Woman” category. She looked at him as someone
who needed her guidance to lead him on the path to true love and happiness.
    Yeah. Right.
    He knew from past experience, his own failed marriage and a
witch of an ex-wife, Laura, that real love, the forever kind, only existed in
the minds of fools. No such animal roamed the face of the Earth. Even his
parents’ rocky and distant relationship had proven that.
    Dan only sought out affairs, ones without clingy,
starry-eyed women reaching for that brass ring of matrimony. Mutual flings
suited his outlook on love. His heart, as well as his soul, would remain safe,
hidden away from further damage.
    Crap. He had Morgan to thank for this mess. Shows what can
happen if you beat your best friend repeatedly at poker. This revenge was a
doozy. And since Morgan was his superior, Dan could do nothing but play the
dating game.
    Morgan and the guys back in his department probably enjoyed
laughing at his expense over his unwanted assignment. They’d all taken turns
trying to “fix him up” with “nice” girls, the ones with commitments in mind.
Nice for some guys, but not for him. He had no heart to give anyone. Certainly
not to “nice” women.
    Getting his fuzzy brain back to the present, he focused on
the application form, verifying the information he’d written, per his boss’s
orders. Yep. He’d done his job. All was as it should appear.
    “There’s nothing more to add. Unless you want me to say
something about pets. I noticed nothing’s here asking if I have one.”
    Serena’s pert little mouth formed a perfect “O” and he
watched in amazement as it then transformed into a smile. “You’re the first
person who’s brought that up. I have to admit, I never considered that
particular question.”
    Dan read aloud what he’d written across the bottom of the
last page, “I like dogs but not cats.” He looked up at her. “Don’t have one,
though. Think that might make a difference?”
    She took the form and tilted her head as if pondering his
question. “Hmm.”
    Dan placed his arm across her desk, stretching out his palm
for her to touch. He waited for her warm fingers to send shivers through his
body as before. Dating her would be interesting, if she wasn’t a suspect in his
department’s investigation and on the mayor’s wanted list.
     
    Serena lifted her hand and brought it close to his open
palm, an instant burst of heat radiating from it. She hadn’t touched him, but
letters already started racing in her head. Blurred ones, but seemingly larger
than in her normal letter visions, swam in a furious dance pattern.
    She lowered a finger and traced a path up and down his
fleshy palm. The static charge caused by their contact jolted her body and
should have had the effect of making her hair stand on end. Her other hand flew
up to feel her head in an effort to convince herself that she didn’t look like
a wild woman after a very bad perm.
    Letters became clearer, more pronounced and vivid in color.
Most times, her visions would only appear in black and white. Rarely did color
enter her “sights”.
    Hmm. Color. Shades of green, pink and blue, outlined the
letters…the same three she’d seen the first time she’d touched him. S. E. X.
Now she’d read them in that order, regardless of how they appeared to her,
alphabetical order be damned. Dan’s letters were sex.
    Maybe adding information about pets made some difference, at
least in the addition of hues. And, the letters were bolder, bigger and further
spaced apart to give definite distinction to them as individual entities.
    He was still going to meet Miss “S”, Miss “E”
and Miss “X”. Unless he and the women found some reason, or excuse, to deny
fate.
    Serena’s breathing raced with every stroke she feathered on
his palm. Too bad men