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chosen to start a family so soon, that’s all.”
    “Why?” she asks. “That’s what people are
supposed
to do.”
    “Not necessarily,” I say. There’s an insolent glint in her eyes. This one likes to argue. And I have a feeling she likes to fist fight, too.
    “What else are people supposed to do?” she presses.
    “Fuck.” My heart nearly stops.
Crude asshole.
I gaze at her. She’s blushing—shifting nervously. “Sorry.”
    She smiles shyly at me. “That’s a viable option,” she concedes.
    I stare as her lips tighten around her straw. She takes a long sip of her soda. I close my eyes and groan. Her fingertips skim my hand. My eyes pop open, sharply focused on her.
    “Are you all right?” she asks.
    I’m not. And if she really wants to know, who am I to deny her? I slide down the bench, pushing our half-eaten meals off without thought. I cup her head, pulling her face close to mine. Her eyes widen and she gasps as my lips slant over hers. I explore the depths of her mouth, testing her resistance, barely holding myself back. She’s unsure of herself—I can feel it—but not unwilling. She leans into me. I tug her even closer, then deepen the kiss, my breath coming in ragged spurts. I can’t hold back much longer, not with the soft perfumed scent of her hair invading my senses. Or the heat from her lips on mine. She’s a magnet and I’m a piece of tempered steel. Even if what I feel for her is just raw lust, I can’t help myself. The attraction is too powerful to contain.
    She pulls back and draws in a shaky breath, but I won’t let her go and assault her lips again. This time it’s more urgent—more possessive. I groan inside her mouth. My hands slip down her sides, gripping her slim hips. I nibble a line of kisses down her throat. “Come here, baby,” I urge. “You taste so good…”
    “I can’t.” She goes stiff and pushes away.
    I groan in disappointment and bury my face in her hair. “What’s wrong?” She has my full attention.
    “I thought we were going for lunch, not…not.”
    I square my shoulders, grasping her arms. “Did you like it?”
    She frowns and turns away. She’s in denial.
    I give her a tiny shake. “Look at me, Marisela.” The fear in those beautiful eyes rattles me. I release her immediately. She’s trembling all over.
What the hell?
I make women weep with passion, not fear.
    “Can we go?” she asks.
    “Whatever you want.” I stand, puzzled by her reaction. One minute she’s hot like burning wax, the next, frozen. Our trash blew away and I go after it. When I glance back at her, she’s sitting with her legs tucked into her chest, gazing at the bay. I’ve seen that faraway look in women’s eyes before. I hate what it suggests. I shove that thought aside. I want to kiss her again.
Now.
    —
    That was the most sensuous kiss I’ve ever experienced. I had to put a stop to it. Craig is so smooth, he could talk me out of my pants in broad daylight in public. I can’t imagine how many women he’s slept with—kissed—seduced. And right now, under this summer sun, overlooking the water with the breeze in my hair, I’m terribly vulnerable. I haven’t relaxed this much in months—not enough to kiss a guy. Look what happens when I do. No one should know how to kiss like that.
    In my periphery I see him staring at me. He’s wondering what happened, too. Natural attraction. I also like talking to him, even when we argue. It never felt this way with Estevan. Never. I’m at a loss for words. I thought I didn’t like Craig. He’s so arrogant. And all those nasty things he said to me last night—he meant them. How can that translate into a new crush overnight? I brush hair from my eyes and look up. He’s standing in front of me.
    “What happened, Marisela?” He’s not going to let it go.
    I try to formulate an answer. My cellphone rings. I dig into my purse and retrieve it. I look at the caller ID.
Not again.
Call number five from Estevan. He’s angry I