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delight undulated through her, she knew they’d passed trouble and were racing toward disaster. She pressed her hand to his chest, and with the element of surprise, moved him away enough that she could escape.
    “Seriously.” Her voice shivered so hard it almost hurt. “Stop. I mean it. Even a secret sex rendezvous is a bad idea.” She shook her head. “Not just a bad idea, not just a mistake, but a super colossal ridiculous mistake. We’d fight at the store all day and then have some sexual thing at night? It makes no sense. Plus, nothing ever stays a secret in this town. Somehow, some way, word of what we were doing would get out. And I won’t have people making fun of me any more than they already do. If you won’t agree to stay away from me, then I won’t be in the store when you are. Ever.”
    …
    Cade rubbed his hand along the back of his neck. To settle her down, he said, “All right. I get it.” But inside he was as confused and angry as she was. A session in the sack might take care of this attraction, but she was right. They were enemies. She shouldn’t have to remind him of that; he should be smarter. But no matter how smart he was, his libido was totally onboard for a night of fun with her and pressing for action. It was like wrestling a grizzly bear to turn and head back to the desk chair.
    “You take care of your mom’s file on your shift. We have a bigger problem than her being worried that I’ll see her social security number.” He pointed out the little window that overlooked the store floor. “It appears as if my grandfather was wrong. Having the two of us here hasn’t increased business. Now that yesterday’s curiosity is over, we’re empty. Customer-less. I think we should drop back to having only one clerk per shift.”
    She walked to the window to look out at the store, saw no customers, and sighed. “Yeah. I think you’re right.”
    The breathlessness in her voice shuddered through him, filling him with a restless need, and he knew, no matter how much of a prude she was, or how wise he was to not sleep with the enemy, they would eventually do something about their attraction. Today might not be the day, and tomorrow might not be either, but he would sleep with her. And it would be amazing.
    “I’ll call Bunny and Maria and tell them not to come in,” he said. “That takes one clerk off first shift and one clerk off the second. We’ll have coverage if someone comes in, but not two clerks standing around doing nothing.”
    She nodded in agreement.
    Conversation over, he grabbed his jacket. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    She nodded. “Tomorrow. At three.”
    He left, a little annoyed with himself that his hormones were getting the best of him. The fact that they were enemies should have been enough to cool his libido, yet it wasn’t. But, as he drove to Finn and Ellie’s, he remembered the look in her eyes when he’d trapped her against the filing cabinet. And her comment about a mistake? That was the second time she’d mentioned it.
    And maybe that mistake was what he needed to know to get his common sense back.
    He dropped his car keys on the center island in the kitchen and strode to the parallel sofas in the family room. He should be packing. The newlyweds wouldn’t be returning from their honeymoon for another few days, but he liked to be prepared. That meant moving into his grandfather’s house so he didn’t have to live with ooey gooey lovebirds.
    Instead, he flicked on a lamp, pulled out his cell phone, and dialed Devon’s number.
    His phone worked the magic it always did, and within seconds Devon said, “So how’s it going, spending your days with Piper O’Riley?”
    Cade fell to one of the two sofas in front of the fireplace. “The store is failing.”
    Devon laughed. “Oh come on. It can’t be that bad.”
    “Oh, it’s bad.” Given that it had only been three days, he couldn’t really say it was a disaster, but there was no way in hell he’d tell