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trotted into the room, making a beeline for the refrigerator. Then spying her, he detoured. “What are you doing in here?”
    Abby clenched her eyes to erase the vision of what he might have seen had his entry been more quiet.
    He tugged on her arm. “Come say hello to everyone downstairs.”
    She glanced up at Grant, for the first time reluctant to escape his presence. “I probably should go.”
    With a grin, Grant clasped Jackson’s shoulder. “I’ll bring her down in a few minutes. But, first I want to take your mom on the fifty cent tour.” Not giving Jackson a chance to argue, Grant motioned to her. “Come on. I’ll make sure we’re in the game room in time to watch the half-time show.”
    The instant Jackson disappeared, Grant pulled Abby into the tiny space off from the dining room.
    “What are you doing?” she asked, looking around at his mother’s hoard of silver and china. “This is the butler’s pantry.”
    “The tour has to start somewhere,” he answered. His arm snaked around Abby’s waist, craving another taste of her lips.
    She held him off by placing a palm on his chest. “This is a bad idea.”
    Her lips might be saying one thing, but the vein thrumming in neck told him otherwise. Grant tilted her chin and growled, “Seems like a very good idea to me. Besides, you want me, too.”
    She screwed her eyes closed and nodded. “Wanting’s not the problem.”
    “Then tell me why.”
    “Because…”
    She’d done something to her hair to make it straight and under the room’s light the golden color shimmered. He fingered a lock to know if it felt as silky as it looked.
    “I can’t think when you’re doing that,” she pleaded, turning away from him.
    He had to get her out of her head if they were ever going to get any farther than this torturous waltz they were doing. “That’s the point. You think way too much. What if, what if, what if.” He could practically hear the thoughts churning through her mind.
    Her whiskey-colored eyes had turned a deep brown. “Don’t you worry that you’d regret this?”
    “Never,” he shot back in an instant. “I only regret the things I haven’t done.” That list was plenty long enough. He never regretted the chances he’d taken, even when they didn’t turn out the way he wanted.
    Cupping the back of her head, he fused their mouths in a punishing kiss. The moan that escaped her only fueled his need. He parted her lips and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Grant tangled his tongue with hers, tasting a minty sweetness that did little to extinguish the building heat. Still, he pulled back. “Would you like me to tell you some of the things I regret not doing?”
    She ducked her chin. “If you like.”
    “I regret not doing this by the pool.” Gently, he palmed her breast. Soft, weighty, it fit perfectly in his hand. Then he traced the outline of her peaked nipple. “When the water made your dress cling to you. I could see these.”
    Seeing her eyelids flutter closed with pleasure, he grew bolder and crushed her body to his. “I regret letting you walk away from me in the hanger.”
    He wanted to roar with masculine satisfaction as she melted into him. Placing a light kiss on the apple of her cheek, Grant teased, “I should have done this when you were here last week.”
    “Oh yeah,” she answered, smiling up at him. “How would you have accomplished that? There were four other people in the room.”
    He kissed the other cheek. “What’s a friendly kiss between in-laws?”
    She shook her head. “You’re incorrigible,” she laughed, making it sound like the best compliment he’d ever received.
    “Without a doubt.” He brushed back her tresses, baring the slender column of ivory skin. “That neck of yours tempts me.” He nipped her just behind the ear before soothing the tender flesh with his tongue. “This is what I should have done when you were showing me your house.”
    They were both panting before he stopped. “No more