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the cat’s belly a rub before turning to Stefan and folding her arms over her chest. “So, what happened to the guy who was hell bent on getting rid of this cat?”
    A rueful grin pulled at his lips. “Okay, so she’s starting to grow on me.” He ran a hand down his face. “Hell, I actually looked for her this morning instead of the other way around. You’d think I’ve never read the damn paper without her in my lap.”
    She couldn’t stifle her laugh a second longer.
    “You find this funny?”
    “I find it adorable,” she answered.
    His brow hitched in that terribly sexy way that made Callie’s insides tremble.
    “Really? Adorable.” He took a step closer. “Well, that sounds like something I can work with.”
    Instant heat fluttered in her chest, and butterflies filled her belly. A tiny voice told her to back away, but Callie decided that the voice belonged to her evil twin who didn’t want her to get laid. That voice could go hang itself. She took a step forward just as Stefan did the same, closing the space between them.
    He paused a hairsbreadth from her lips and whispered, “This is when you tell me to stop.”
    Callie gave her head a slight shake. She wasn’t stopping anything.
    A devilish glint sparkled in his eyes as he leaned forward and joined his mouth to hers. He started out slow, gently brushing his firm lips against hers, but that gentleness soon gave way to an ardor that had her nerve endings standing at attention. His tongue swept along the seam of her lips, the moist tip teasing her, gradually prodding before pushing its way inside.
    Stefan backed them up until she was pressed against the wall, hemmed in by his powerful arms on either side of her head.
    Callie’s eyes drifted closed as his solid chest met hers. Her nipples tightened with want, the pleasurable ache seeping into her bones, lighting her on fire from the inside out.
    Their tongues jockeyed for position, with Stefan’s eventually winning out as he plundered her mouth, his tongue ebbing, then advancing in a back and forth motion that had her entire body shivering with need.
    Callie didn’t know how much time had passed before she was finally able to tear herself away from the kiss that would go down in the annals of all-time best kisses she’d ever experienced. She put a hand to her forehead as she backed away, not stopping until she hit the edge of the exam table.
    “Okay, what was that?” Callie said.
    His chest still rising and falling with his rapid breaths, Stefan eyed her with a curious stare. “I told you to tell me to stop if it wasn’t something you wanted.”
    “I know…I just.” She sat on the edge of the exam table and picked up Sandy, who instantly started to purr and rub her cheek against Callie’s chest. “I need to know what we’re doing here, Stefan. I mean, was that just a kiss because you’re happy your cat didn’t cough up a lung, or—”
    “That kiss had nothing to do with the cat.” He advanced on her, lifting Sandy from her lap and tugging her hand until Callie stood. He reached for her other hand and enclosed them both between his rough, warm palms.
    “Enough of this talking around the issue stuff. I like you,” he said. “A lot.”
    “Uh…okay,” she stumbled, then inwardly cringed. Okay?
    His lips quirked. “You like me too, Callie. You can admit it. I won’t tell anybody you’re playing favorites.”
    She choked out a laugh, despite the tangle of nerves twisting in her stomach.
    She was going to do this. She was going to embark on a holiday fling with Stefan Sutherland. And she was going to enjoy the hell out of it.
    “Alright, I’ll admit that I find you…interesting.”
    He continued to stare at her.
    She rolled her eyes. “Okay, I like you, too. God, I feel like I’m back in high school.”
    “I drove all the girls crazy in high school.”
    She arched a brow. “Cocky much?”
    “I’m a naval fighter pilot; it’s in the job description.” He twisted them around