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to get a chance to find out?
    She shrugged a shoulder, the movement languid and relaxed. Her breasts swayed hypnotically.
    “Four years of celibacy,” she said, as though that explained everything. “You make the preemptive strike early on, guys back off and you never have to fight with temptation. I’ve got a black belt in verbal self-defense.”
    That got his attention.
    “Four years without sex. Now who’s bullshitting,” he scoffed.
    She sat up a little straighter, stuck her chest out a little more. “Four years, three months and five days, to be exact,” she said.
    “I don’t believe you,” he said.
    “What? Why?”
    “Because nobody with a body like yours could go four years without sex,” he said bluntly.
    She shifted in her chair, made a huffing noise, frowned and then blinked.
    “I’m not sure I know what you mean by that,” she finally admitted.
    He didn’t say a word, just let his gaze roam, from her tilted green eyes to her lush, ripe mouth to her even lusher breasts and her tiny waist.
    She blushed.
    “Yeah, you do,” he said, unable to stop a slow smile from curving his lips. He was enjoying himself more than he had in a long time. She was prickly as hell, but he had a hard-on that desperately wanted to make her closer acquaintance.
    “There’s no need to look so pleased with yourself.”
    “Am I looking pleased with myself?” And there he was, thinking he was looking horny. For the first time in a long time.
    “It’s not a skill test,” she said.
    “Sorry?”
    “Me being celibate. It’s not a challenge to you to try to get me into bed. It’s just a lifestyle choice I’ve made. End of story.”
    “Believe me, rising to the challenge would be last on my list of reasons to get you into bed,” he said.
    She froze, then her eyelids dropped to half-mast. “There’s a list?”
    “A long one. Getting longer by the second.”
    “What’s at the top?”
    His eyes dropped to her mouth, then to her breasts again. He smiled. He caught a brief glimpse of her tongue as she bit her bottom lip.
    “Let’s just say there are a number of…items jostling for position,” he said.
    Across the table, he could see her pupils dilate. The tem-perature at their table rose about ten degrees. Her breasts rose and fell as she took a deep, sudden breath. He felt as though he was witnessing something momentous — like standing on the brink of a volcano that was about to erupt.
    “Dessert, sir? Madam?” the waiter asked, offering two slim, leather-bound menus.
    Grace broke eye contact. Mac turned to the waiter, mentally raining down a million curses on the guy’s head. Did the man not realize that he was performing delicate work here, coaxing a self-confessed celibate back into the land of the living?
    “Not for me, thanks.”
    When he glanced across at Grace, he saw that she’d rescued her glasses from the table and that she was once more ensconced behind them.
    Damn. The moment was gone. Possibly never to return.
    “Not for me, either,” she said. “In fact, I’ve got an early start tomorrow….”
    He could take a hint, even if it meant his boner was flying solo tonight. It was probably the smarter course, anyway. They had to work with each other. The wedding special was a big deal and she’d already shown she could be obstructive. No point in making things messier by crossing the line.
    He shot one last regretful look at her breasts before turning back to the waiter. If only…
    “Just the check, thanks,” he said resignedly.
    T HE FULL HORROR of her behavior struck Grace as she walked out into the cool night air. The brisk ocean breeze was like a bucket of cold water — brutal and highly effective in cutting through the fuzzy shroud of alcoholic courage she’d woven around herself in an attempt to survive the evening.
    She’d told him she was celibate.
    Mac Harrison. A walking god.
    And she’d told him he was gorgeous. Even that he had a hot body. God, he must think she was gagging