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up. Then she had sent him packing. She
told the FBI to go to hell. She didn’t need Shane or them. She had been numb
ever since.
    “Yes, I agree people in Portland close it down early. It’s a
very sleepy town,” he stated.
    “Wonder what else there is that’s fun to do in Portland?”
She was horny; she admitted it. Maybe she should let go and get laid.
    He was staring at her. She could tell he was mentally
weighing his options after the mood swings she had displayed in the car.
    He leaned in and looked down at her lips. “I’m going to kiss
you, Morgan. If you don’t want me to…” He put his hand on the back of her head
and pulled her toward him gently. His lips slowly touched hers. They were very
warm and soft, and she felt an electric transfer of heat. He pulled back and
looked at her quizzically. He kissed her again, deeper and harder, leaning into
her. He pulled back again. He looked very deeply into her eyes and she saw a
look of questioning. A strong wave of desire rushed through her, the likes of
which she had never felt before.
    She started and froze. She couldn’t do this. It felt like
too much and she didn’t have anything inside to spend. As bad as it sucked, she
pulled back. His eyes widened and after a deep breath he looked away. When he
turned to her again he had a calm smile on his face.
    “I should go. It’s getting late.”
    “Okay, I understand.” They walked to the door together.
    “Thanks for dinner.”
    “No, thank you, you bought.” He smiled.
    “Catch you later,” she said as she walked out the door.
    “Good night, Rory,” he said, closing the door.
    Damn. She needed to stay away from Jackson Dorn.

Chapter Two
     
    It was Saturday and Rory was working to make her condo more
livable. She liked her new place. It had all the requisite dark maple hardwood
floors and white crown molding. The walls were muted apricot and it had a nice
warm feel. The kitchen was open and had maple cabinets and pot lighting, with
beige-and-black granite countertops. She unpacked the boxes room by room and by
Saturday evening had a pretty well-organized kitchen, bedroom and closets. She
had no living room or bedroom furniture, and decided she needed to do something
about that before she got too busy with the work of Congress. She had been
sleeping on a mattress and box spring that were delivered with her boxes, and
that was quickly getting old. Time to be more domesticated, less early college
years. She headed out the door.
    “Hello, Congresswoman, what are you up to today?” Jackson
smiled brightly as he walked to his door and unlocked it.
    “I was unpacking and making the place habitable. How about
you?” She tried to sound friendly.
    “I was at the office, several things I needed to get done
there before the session’s in full swing and my committees require all my time.
Where are you off to?”
    She started to feel guilty. Maybe she should have been at
work all day. She couldn’t let other people get ahead of her.
    “I’m headed out to pick out some furniture. I figure I might
want to sit down at some point.” She blushed as she checked the contents of her
purse.
    He looked up from the mail he was sorting through. “That
sounds fun. Can I come along? We could get some dinner together.”
    That sounds fun? She gazed up at him. This guy was
trying to cozy up to her, and for more than what his reputation was famous for.
    “Sure, if you’d really like to. I’d like the company.”
Congressman Dorn might think she was a babe in the woods, but she would have
fun figuring out his game. Plus, he was a nice piece of eye candy.
    “Great, hang out for ten minutes while I change?” He held
open his door for her.
    When he emerged, she was sitting at the kitchen bar sorting
through emails on her iPhone. Her breath caught at the hot congressman in jeans
and a navy-blue cable sweater.
    “You don’t have a car, do you, Morgan?”
    “No, not in DC. I thought I’d just use the Metro.”
    “That