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smock. After the discovery that Michele had lied to Jade about her whereabouts, Raine had avoided Jade. Now she was even self-conscious with Marc.  Marc smiled at her and appeared not to notice.
    “Big brother has offered to take us to see his wife, the star, in the play tomorrow night and then out for a drink afterwards just like they do in the big city. Sounds like fun, huh?”
    The last thing in the world she wanted was to spend an evening with the two Kincaid men.  “I…”  She couldn't say she was planning on going with Julia. Julia had gone the night before and said that Michele was very good.
    Across from her, his fingers wrapped around the top of the chair, Marc went very still. “You've been putting me off for two weeks, Raine. If you don't want to see me,” that Kincaid pride flying, “just say so, okay?”
    “It isn’t that I don’t want to see you, Marc.  It’s just that…well, things haven’t been very good between Jade and Michelle since she started this play and…”
    “I know that.  But tomorrow night’s the last performance and after that, they’ll be kissing and making up before you know it.
    Would they?   “Shouldn’t they be left alone then?”
    He squinted at her and grinned.  “For Pete’s sake.  They’re married.  They can do that when they get home.”  He rose and angled the chair back toward the wall.  “Speaking of which, when are we going to get married?”
    She met his comic leer with cool silver-gray eyes.  “Well, not this afternoon.  I have to proof three galleys.”  She bent her head and began to read, hoping he would take the hint and leave.
    The soft voice that reached her hardly sounded like him.  “One of these days I’m going to propose and ask you for an honest answer, Raine.”
    She looked up at him, her gray eyes faintly mocking, “If I said yes, you’d be scared to death.”
    “Try me,” he shot back.
    In this mood, he was infinitely appealing.  “Not today,” she said lightly. “I just told you, I’ve got too much to do.”
    “Tomorrow, then.”
    “For dinner, or marriage?” she teased.
    “Take your pick,” Marc said lightly.
    She made a wry face.  “If I have to choose, I’ll certainly choose to eat.”
    Marc shook his head in mock sadness.  “No romance in your soul at all, is there?”
    “Actually,” her tone dryly amused, “eating is sensual.”
    “Explain,” Marc said focusing his light green eyes on her.
    “Having to do with the senses.”  She kept her voice carefully light.  “Three of them, actually: taste, smell and touch.”
    “I can think of something that involves those three senses,” Marc said, slowly unfolding his body from the chair.
    She’d started this, she wasn’t quite sure why.  Now, with Marc taking the two steps toward her, she wished she hadn’t.  She regretted the impulse that made her goad him.  But she couldn’t back out now.  “What were you thinking of?”
    She turned her chair slightly, facing him.  He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet.  “Making love,” he whispered into her ear.  Unresistingly, praying she would feel something, anything, she stood in his arms.  He brushed his mouth over her cheek and then kissed her, his lips warm and practiced.  He held her gently, supporting her.  He did everything right…and it was all wrong.  He had kissed her before many times, but this time he demanded more from her, probing with his tongue.  His lips seemed foreign, like something outside her existence.  Marc was kissing her, and she had never felt so alone and lonely.  In an effort to stave off the emptiness, she lifted her arms and circled his neck, drawing him closer.
    The bell on the print shop door jangled its warning and the sound echoed in her ears.  She pulled away from Marc’s embrace and looked across the desk…directly into Jade’s hard face.
    There was a sudden silence, as if a movie reel had stopped.  Then Jade turned to Marc.  “I saw