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skin,
catching in the hollow of her throat, on her delicate collarbone. She stared at
him, a question in her eyes.
    “Did you say something?” he asked.
    A smile came quickly. “I asked about your family.”
    He chose to take her question where he wanted to. “My
brother Jake is off climbing mountains or jumping off bridges.” Her brows
raised and he grinned.   “He’s into extreme sports. He travels all over the
world, setting up obstacle courses and other places you can push yourself, get
your thrills and break your limbs. My little sister Cassie is off in Europe.”        
    “Europe.” She ran a finger over the neck of her beer bottle.
“I’ve never been out of Florida. What’s she doing there?”
    He didn’t want to guess what the wild girl was up to. Cassie
was a handful and if Harmony hadn’t read of her recent exploits in the tabloids
he wasn’t going to bring them up. “She’s going to school, supposedly. I get a letter
once in a while.” Truth was, Cassie didn’t seem to want to confide in her big
brother. Maybe Jake had heard something.
    Harmony nodded. She took both their bottles and set them
aside. “You miss her.”
    He did. Her and Jake. “Yeah. There’s not a lot of time to
get together.”
    “Just holidays, then,” she said.
    He shook his head. “No. Not even holidays.”
    She touched his hand and he realized his fist was clenched
tight against his leg.He pulled back and shrugged. “Bill Chapman’s not a warm
and fuzzy kind of guy. We don’t have a lot of family get-togethers.”        
    “What about your mother?”
    The question shouldn’t have surprised him. She’d talked
freely about her parents. But he must have revealed something of the hurt he
still felt when he thought of his mother because Harmony leaned toward him,
compassion in her hazel eyes. Damn it, he didn’t want her pity. He sure as hell
didn’t want to talk about his parents.
    The way Bill had left them, the sad woman his mother had
become. But it was there, questions clear on Harmony’s face, her lips parted to
ask something else about him he wouldn’t reveal. He stared at those lips. Then
he kissed her.
    She was as delicious as he’d expected, tasting of beer and
mint and fresh air. Her skin felt moist as he gently grasped her arms. Pressing
forward, he gave her his tongue and let her taste him. She sighed and didn’t
pull away. His hands were on her back, up under her tiny shirt to touch her
skin, as she touched his shoulders. Her fingers played over him, light and
tentative and man, he wanted her.
    His goal had been no more questions. No more thinking about
his screwed-up family. In this instant that changed, shifted. The one thing
he’d wanted when he first saw her pounded through him again. To taste her.
    His mouth left hers and he kissed the hollow of her throat.
Her pulse was as wild as his heartbeat. He could feel it against the tip of his
tongue.
    “Rick.”
    Her voice was soft, rich in the thick night air. It reached
into him as her hands worked the buttons of his shirt. Turning, he pulled the shirt
out of his pants and pulled her to him. Her breasts pressed against him and he
groaned softly.
    “Harmony.” His voice was muffled through her hair. Man, he
smelled that citrus scent again. He breathed in deeply.         
    In an instant she was beneath him, her fingers in his hair
as he kissed her throat again. He closed his hands on her perfect breasts,
stroking, kneading. She arched and he pushed her tank top up out of the way.
    A quick glance at her face showed she wanted this contact,
this connection. Kissing one breast, he braced his arms on the dock and pressed
himself against her. One shapely leg curved around his waist, her skin hot and
smooth against his. He could feel her heat through her shorts. Was she wearing panties?
He trembled at the thought of just slipping a finger up under the hem and
finding her wet. Finding her ready for him. Did he have a condom?