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    We got into the car. Now we just needed a destination.
    “Your place.” I said the first thing that came to my mind. I let my gut tell me what to do. And my gut told me that we needed to go to his place right now.
    “I agree with the lady,” Fin said and Carl tipped his hat at us before he set off into traffic.
    Suddenly I was thinking about all the questions I’d wanted to ask him, most of them from my letters.
    “Tell me everything,” I said. “I just want to hear your voice and hold you. It doesn’t matter what you say. Tell me about the places you went and everything you saw. Hell, you can describe every single meal if you want. Just keep talking.” I curled myself into him and he put both arms around me.
    Home. This was home. I could tell myself that we weren’t right, or it was too complicated, but this feeling right here couldn’t be denied. It couldn’t be ignored.
    “Whatever you want, Marisol. I’ll do whatever you want.” So he started with the night he left, telling me about going to the airport and getting on the plane, the annoying woman who sat next to him and hogged the armrest and the turbulence. He went into such great detail that it lasted all the way to his apartment. At this rate, he was going to be talking for the rest of our lives. I was perfectly fine with that.
    He kept talking as he unlocked the door. I inhaled the scent of his place and wow. Memories. Such vivid memories. We were making another one right now.
    Fin stopped his story and walked toward the kitchen.
    “Speaking of food, are you hungry?” I didn’t know if I was or wasn’t, but I’d say yes to anything he asked me at the moment.
    “Sure,” I said as he opened the fridge. I hadn’t been here in a while, but the fridge had food in it like it always did.
    “How about egg drop soup?” he said with a smile.
    “Absolutely perfect,” I said. It was the first meal he’d cooked for me. “Do you want to dress me again?”
    “Well,” he said, getting out the soup pot and starting to assemble the ingredients on the counter, “that would require you to take your clothes off first.” Oh, right.
    “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” My body (especially certain parts) were screaming at me to change my mind, but this was one time when my head was in the right. I couldn’t just jump back into bed with Fin. At least not before we had had a long talk. Probably more than one long talk. Lots of talks. I also needed to cool down from the heat of the moment of seeing him when I wasn’t expecting it.
    He pulled some things out of the fridge and then closed it.
    “As much as I would love to tear into you right now, I think that’s a good idea. We shouldn’t… let ourselves get carried away.” No, there would be no carrying. Away. Carrying away. Was that how you said that?
    I couldn’t stop watching the way he moved around the kitchen. If he was trying to seduce me, it was working. The thing about Fin, though, was that everything he did was beyond sexy and designed to turn me on.
    He was a walking climax waiting to happen. Again. And again.
    “Something wrong?” he asked. I’d been caught staring.
    “You know there isn’t. I’m just appreciating the view,” I said, leaning against the counter. I wanted to make him hurt just as much as I was. So I put my elbows together and leaned forward in a way that I knew accentuated my chest. The shirt Sloane had given me was low cut in the front. She was good, that woman.
    Fin’s gaze lowered just where I wanted it and then he narrowed his eyes. The rain had made his hair curl more than normal and I longed to dig my fingers in it as he went down on me.
    “You’re being quite the tease, Mari Cherry,” he said, his voice low and in a tone that did things to me.
    “Oh, is this bothering you?” I said, standing up and stretching my arms above my head. The shirt rode up and gave him a little peek at my stomach. It also pushed my chest out again, drawing his