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    Rafe’s bedroom eyes warmed perceptibly. “I wanted to encourage you and Jonette Moore to finish your round for the Ladies League anytime this week. Just let one of us in the pro shop know what time is convenient for you.”
    His eyes seemed to be singing a siren song. Something along the lines of “Come to me, you beautiful woman, and I will show you the secrets of the universe.” My body recognized the tune.
    I was primed for him to touch me again, greedy for his touch. I’d never felt quite like this before and it didn’t seem to fit the guidelines I’d established for exercising caution. I craved the sensual release that only he could give. And all it would take was a mere touch.
    My brain computed the various ways I could inadvertently touch him. It could be something as blatant as an “accidental” stumble or as innocent as pretending to shoo a bug away from his fair head. The possibilities were endless, especially for someone living in the rich fantasy land I currently inhabited.
    Common sense was slow to return, but when it did it was something of a shock to realize I didn’t have a hibiscus flower in my hair or a grass skirt swishing around my private parts. Instead, I had on a very practical taupe jacket dress and boring sling-back pumps.
    Definitely not sex goddess clothing. Definitely not someone a golf pro would be interested in. Most definitely not someone who was exercising caution. “Uh. Sure. I’ll check with Jonette and we’ll come out soon.”
    My keys felt very warm in my hand. I should get in the Gray Beast and leave, but I just stood there wishing for some way to prolong our conversation. What could I talk to a golf pro about? What?
    A coherent thought intruded on my fantasies. Lessons. I needed golf lessons. Caution flew out of my head altogether. “I wanted to ask you about your lesson program.”
    “You’d like to take lessons from me?”
    His incredulous tone caught me by surprise. Had I missed something about the quality of my game? Did he think I was already good enough to go on the Pro Tour?
    Maybe the man needed glasses. I’d been halfway decent before my divorce. Now my game was in the category of exceptionally terrible. I swung too hard, but golfing was so therapeutic I didn’t really care about my score.
    What I cared about was spending time alone with Rafe Golden. I envisioned melting into his hands as he adjusted my grip, monitored my hip rotation, and measured my swing plane.
    At this point in my sexless life, I didn’t have the slightest problem with paying a man to be attentive to me, even if it was under the guise of golf instruction. “Unless you think I don’t need lessons,” I added demurely.
    I could see him struggling not to smile. Then he gave up and laughed out loud. “Lady, I can shave ten strokes off your game in one lesson, guaranteed. I thought you’d never ask. I’ve had my eye on that flat swing of yours for months.”
    My hopes plummeted. He’d been eyeing my flat swing? Not my luscious supple body? I groaned aloud. “That bad, is it?”
    He inclined his head towards the pro shop. “Let’s go inside and check my schedule for an opening. I’d love to teach you what I know about the golf swing.”
    Hmmm.
    I quickly weighed the possibilities. Spend a few minutes with Rafe or drive to work?
    My hormones made the decision for me. “All right.” I’d never been in the pro shop in a dress and heels but there was always a first time for everything.
    A few moments later I was regretting my decision. Amidst the gray-headed seniors in their colorful golf attire I faded into the woodwork in my dull, taupe-colored suit. I couldn’t have been more uncomfortable if I’d worn an evening gown to the swimsuit competition of a beauty pageant.
    Just when I was ready to bolt out the door, Rafe put his hand on the small of my back and guided me towards the counter and his assistant, Jasper Kingsland. The sudden electrical stimulus radiating from his touch