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back into her drawer, slammed it shut, and sat on the edge of her bed.
    She was never going to be able to face Reece Sheridan again.
    R EECE BIT his tongue and vowed not to laugh. He’d seen the look of horror on Kara’s face and knew she was embarrassed beyond words.
    Jiggle stick .
    “Mine’s black,” offered the teenage baby-sitter with a shrug before walking over to the television and shuffling through a pile of DVDs.
    Reece kept a straight face and knelt down until he was eye to eye with Kara’s son. “You must be Connor.”
    The kid was adorable, with his mother’s elfin facial features and her dark hair, paired with big, brown eyes. He eyed Reece curiously and nodded. “Who are you?”
    “My name is Reece, and I like the Broncos, too.” He pointed to Connor’s Denver Broncos T-shirt. “I bet you have your own football.”
    Connor smiled, nodded. “Do you want to see it?”
    “You bet.” Reece found himself wondering who the boy’s father was and why Kara had never married the man.
    Connor turned and scampered down the hallway just as his mother reappeared.
    She was dressed in a black velvet dress that seemed to be airbrushed onto her slender body. It was cut low enough toreveal the soft curves of her breasts. Her long dark hair was pulled back from her face in a barrette. Simple pearls adorned her ears. The faint scent of perfume floated gently in the air around her.
    Classy. Elegant. Sexy as hell.
    Reece’s gut instinct was to skip dinner and focus instead on satisfying a more basic hunger. He wanted to get her out of that dress as quickly as possible, to peel away the black velvet and let his hands savor the silk of her skin. But first he would use his mouth to smear that glistening red lipstick of hers all over the place.
    Unfortunately, he could tell that was not what she had in mind.
    “Reece, I’ve been thinking maybe this isn’t a good idea.” She didn’t look him in the eye, and he could tell she was mortified.
    “I think it’s the best idea I’ve had in a long time. You look beautiful.” He took her coat from her arm, and held it up for her, refusing even to consider leaving without her. “Come to dinner with me. We’ll talk. Nothing more.”
    She looked into his eyes as if measuring the sincerity of his words, then turned her back to him, and slid her arms into her coat sleeves. “All right.”
    Just then Connor dashed into the room, an orange and blue Nerf football in hand, and threw a wobbly pass straight for Reece’s groin. Reece caught it and tossed it gently back. “That’s a nice football, buddy. You’ve got a strong arm. Next time I come over, we’ll throw a few passes.”
    The boy smiled, then roared and ran across the room as if heading for a touchdown.
    “Call my cell if you need anything, Sierra. Have fun, Connor. Can Mommy have a kiss?”
    K ARA WAITED until they were seated at the restaurant—an upscale Italian place called Laudisio Ristorante Italiano—before bringing it up. “The way I acted the night we met—you should know I’m not really like that.”
    “Considering how much you’d had to drink, I think you handled yourself pretty well.” His voice was serious, but Kara didn’t miss the smile that tugged at his lips. “I doubt anyone could drink three margaritas at The Rio without saying something . . . colorful.”
    “I appreciate your tolerance, and I hope you’ll understand when I say I didn’t come here so we could have sex.”
    His eyebrows rose. “That’s good, because I’d disappoint you otherwise. I came here to eat.”
    Kara felt herself blush. She never blushed. “I didn’t mean . . . You know what I mean.”
    He took a sip from his water glass and nodded. “This is your way of telling me you’re embarrassed about the things you said last time and making certain I know you’re not going to sleep with me tonight.”
    Relieved to have it out in the open, Kara nodded. “Exactly.”
    He set his water down and met her gaze,