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living in an apartment.”
    “I know what you mean. I have these neighbors who are always yelling at each other. And I’d like to get a dog, but my building has this ten pound rule. What kind of a dog is under ten pounds?” He shook his head. “Not any kind of dog I’d want.”
    The image of Mack with a poodle popped into her head. She giggled before she could stop it.
    “What?” He paused with his fork halfway to his mouth.
    “Nothing.” She put her napkin in front of her so he wouldn’t see her smiling.
    “Tell me.”
    “Okay.” She dropped the napkin. “I was just picturing you walking a poodle. With bows in its fur and a little hot pink sweater.”
    Mack’s lips twitched. “Hey! I don’t think so.”
    Kindra laughed. “You could call her Bitsy. She could ride in your backpack with your laptop.”
    Mack looked amused. He grinned and said, “You’d like to see that, wouldn’t you?”
    “I’d love to,” she said with relish, not stopping to temper her words. For a minute, she’d forgotten that he was Mack Stone, and she shouldn’t be herself with him. She had forgotten that over the years she’d learned it was better to fade into a corner than draw attention to yourself.
    Her philosophy at MicroDesign had been put up and shut up. Do her job and leave the office politics to those who were capable of handling it.
    Hide the bod and the brain.
    It had worked.
    But it also left her feeling unfulfilled and restless. Daring. Reckless.
    Capable of throwing herself into a one night stand with Mack Stone.
    “I like you, Kindra,” Mack said, his tone changing from amused to aroused.
    Her laugh cut off. His hand was on her knee. My God, he was stroking up her leg, past her thigh, to her…
    A gurgling sound left her mouth.
    “Mack.”
    Did that ridiculous breathy voice belong to her? She’d never heard that kitten purr emerge from her mouth in her life.
    Flustered and hot, Kindra tried to back her chair out. She hit the wall.
    Mack’s hand settled onto her inner thigh above the knee, stroking lightly back and forth. Her skirt was bunching a little. He was barely even leaning to reach her and she felt a little like a fish on a hook must feel. She could thrash about, but that would only make it worse.
    Besides, it felt… good. Naughty. If anyone was glancing their way, it would look like he was resting his hand on her knee under the table. No big deal, people did that all the time.
    Gripping the table, she strove to act normal. Mack was eating more chicken with his free hand, his face a delicious combination of feigned innocence and wicked intent.
    She wanted him. His fingers were a vicious little tease, so close yet so far, and she was having trouble breathing. Her nipples were beading painfully against her tank top, and she ached and throbbed.
    With a deep breath, she reached for her fajita.
    Mack pinched her inner thigh lightly, sending a jolt of heat surging between her legs. Her hand jerked and the fajita fell on the table, beef tumbling out.
    Mack, his blue eyes clouded with desire, said, “I think we’re skipping dessert, aren’t we?”
    Yeah, yes, uh-huh, that would be correct.
    Would it look pathetic if she called for the check now?
    Mack said, “I’m not really hungry. Let’s get this to go.”
    She was liking him more and more each minute.

Chapter Three
    Mack was having a little trouble keeping his eyes on the road. They kept wanting to drift over to Kindra, who had her legs crossed again in the passenger seat, but whose skirt had hiked up way past the point of indifference.
    Just one hand in and under the skirt and he would be touching her panties. He should have bought an automatic transmission instead of stick. Then his hand would be free to roam about the cabin, right under her clothes.
    They weren’t talking, but the air was filled with Mexican spices from their boxed dinners, and a healthy dose of sexual tension.
    Every inch of him was aware of her. Her soft breasts rising and