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murmured.
    Firmly closing the door, he rounded the cab, climbed into the driver’s seat, and revved the engine. “Hold on, honey,” he whispered, flashing those strong, super-white teeth at her. He stepped briskly on the accelerator.
    “David Larkin, have you lost your mind? What did you do to my date? This is my high school prom, I’ll have you know. You are not welcome to . . . Where have you been? You can’t just suddenly appear and act as if you think you are my father. David! What are you doing?”
    She argued and stomped her feet, but he just grinned and drove straight to her house. He walked her to the door and stood looking down at her in the dim glow of a distant streetlight. Spring breezes caressed her shoulders as she stared up at him.
    “Pretty little Cher. So sweet. You’re almost grown up, aren’t you? When did that happen?” He tilted her chin up firmly with one hand reaching behind to hold her head with the other. His lips were firm, warm and he uttered a low groan. His arms came around her as he pulled her close, snuggling her firmly against his lanky length, and deepening the kiss. His tongue probed between her lips which parted as if he had taken control away from her. She gasped as his tongue flicked in and out causing alarming sensations in her stomach and sliding down her torso to other warm places. When she thought she would die from the pleasure, he pulled abruptly away.
    “David!” she said, reaching up to touch her lips.
    He grinned and flashed his strong, white teeth at her. He was a pirate from the far-off seas come to kidnap her with her a willing prisoner. Her head reeled from the excitement.
    “Sorry, honey. Didn’t mean for that to happen. You just smelled so good I lost it for a bit. Say hello to your mama and daddy for me. Don’t grow up too fast. Night, night, sweets.” Whistling merrily, David turned and headed toward his truck, giving her a quick salute before he disappeared into the night.
    She stood on the steps fingering her wrist corsage, staring at the quickly disappearing taillights of his truck until it turned the corner and was gone. The shock of the night was almost gone as her head was filled only with a kiss from bad boy David Larkin.
    It was all over school the next day that she’d been too chicken to stay with her date. Suffering the painful embarrassment only a teenager could feel, she thought she would never forgive David Larkin, but over time, she came to understand he had done her a favor. And she would have likely been assaulted had David not come to her rescue. Her crush on an idiotic football player had ended that night. She’d never confessed it, but she never forgot David’s kiss either. It’d far surpassed the one he had given her on her thirteenth birthday when he laughed and declared he would be the first boy to kiss her.
    A louder hum grazed her face and a real hummingbird, a male, his chest blazing an announcement of his ruby-throated name, scolded her for blocking his attempt to sample the nectar of a late columbine. Coming back to the present, she stood, still touching her lips and vowing never to allow Larkin to know he affected her that deeply. It would be a disastrous mistake, and she knew it.
    His reputation preceded him. A string of females with various reputations had no doubt enjoyed that super-sized kiss, and she could be nothing special to him. Her head would rule her heart this time. She trailed her fingers gently against a bed of fragrant sky-blue petunias as she found her way back inside. She had work to do and an appointment in an hour or so. Besides, she was too old to have her wits scattered by a kiss from a casual acquaintance. Tell that to my unruly libido, she thought with a sinking heart.

Chapter 3
    “I just love those blue flowers. I had the decorator put my new blue couch right up against the window. Could I pick these kinds of flowers and put them there?” The blond woman reached her hand down to fondle a blossom,