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her, penetrating through the pores of her skin and stoking her blood with fire.
    A delicate shiver of arousal rippled through her, followed closely with an aching tension deep in her core.
    She couldn’t help remembering the way his words about his father had touched her even though she hadn’t wanted them to.
    Sympathy was equated with weakness in her line of business; it could draw a person into a situation where perspectives could become warped, and emotions took over where logic should rule. But she’d already succumbed to it once.
    He startled her with his next words.
    “You don’t trust me,” he whispered, tenderly brushing the wet strands of her short hair then grazing his fingertips along the line of her cheekbone. “You shouldn’t. I’m not good for you.”
    The warning was diluted to nothing by the sadnessin his face. His mouth twisted into a half smile that was cynical and weary. His dark eyes looked a hundred years old. Bad Jammer. The devil in cutoff denim. Self-professed seducer. Warning her away. He didn’t see the paradox, but Callie did. He was nobody’s hero, but he would save her from himself.
    She had spent too much of her life with truly evil people. Jammer claimed to be bad and she had the reports to prove it. But why didn’t she sense it in him? She wouldn’t want him to kiss her right now, touch her, hold her while the scent of desire and cherries surrounded her.
    He’s deliciously dangerous.
    Yes, she had thought that. And if Jammer himself wasn’t dangerous, then what she felt for him when he was this near surely was. She couldn’t fall for him, not for his body or his tarnished soul or his allure of the forbidden. There was no room in her life for a rogue. She couldn’t have her heart stolen by a man like him. She was above that. She had to be.
    She told herself that. But then he touched her, setting off a fire in her blood.
    He gripped her waist, pulling her close, his hands warm and firm on her bare skin.
    “This isn’t what I ever intended,” he said, lowering his head, his gaze on her mouth.
    “Yeah, I know. Me, either.”
    He laid his mouth gently on hers, his kiss soft, but only for a moment, like testing the waters. Then it blossomed, and he kissed her as if the world was coming toan end, rolling his mouth over hers, his hands molding her to him like a second skin.
    His kiss stole her breath away.
    Her head was swimming and her body came alive. Damn, he was good at this. She wanted it to go on—would have in that second risked her life to stay right here and let him take her like some trophy.
    But to her surprise, he broke the kiss and stepped back. “Got to get this job done. Want to help?”
    Regaining some of her equilibrium, she braced her hand on the smooth wooden workbench behind her. “Yes, if it’ll get it done any faster.”
    He chuckled. “Patience is a virtue.”
    “Patience sucks.”
    “Exactly what I would expect you to say, Gina.”
    She shrugged without apology.
    He opened a jar and poured the reddish-black contents into a colander, straining it into a bowl beneath. The smell of the cherries filled Callie’s nose. The fruit remaining in the colander was soft from the fermenting.
    Jammer picked up a spoon and selected a cherry. “Don’t take it whole. Lick it first.…” His lean jaw clenched, as if he was barely holding on to his restraint.
    Fire licked through her, deep and low.
    He smelled sweet and tasted tart, and she thought she’d rather eat him than the cherry he held out to her on the tip of the spoon.
    She indulged him because he was making her wait. Callie put out her tongue and licked at the cherry onthe spoon, allowing her mouth to absorb the hot, spicy richness. “Oh God, that’s amazing.”
    His gaze darkened with heat. “Now, bite it in half.”
    He watched raptly as she did so, her lips tingling from the juices. She closed her eyes as the liqueur’s flavor burst on her tongue. When she swallowed, the brandy burned a path down