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to push him over the edge.
     He didn’t answer. He kissed her. A hard, possessive kiss. He had no choice. She dared him. She drove him to it. He felt the shock waves hit her body. He heard her sharp intake of breath. Then her lips softened and molded to his and she kissed him back. One hand, instead of pushing him away, took a handful of shirt and pulled him closer, and she kissed him again. Tasting, testing...and in one moment, their relationship underwent a drastic change, from boss-employee, from colleagues, friends...to something else entirely.
    Her mouth was so soft, so unbelievably sweet. Her body meshed with his as if they were made for each other.
    He slid his arms down her back and pulled her even closer, hearing his heart hammer against his chest. Feeling his body respond, he knew he should quit while he was ahead. Instead he nibbled gently on her bottom lip. Her lips parted and he slipped his tongue inside. So deep, so rich, so mysterious. He’d known her for years and yet he’d never known her. Never known she would respond like this to him. Never known he’d respond to her. Not like this. Like he’d gone out of control. Like he wanted to shut the door to her office and sweep her up into his arms....
    The phone rang. She jerked out of his arms. And dropped the hammer on his toe. He howled. She answered the phone.
    “Yes, sure. I’m on my way.” She picked up the hammer and brushed past him on her way out the door, flushed, disheveled and breathing hard.
    “Where are you going?” he asked.
    “Out,” she said. And she was gone.
    Suzy marched down the street, eyes staring straight ahead, cheeks burning. At the first house, the Mc-Clearys’,
     she stopped, picked up the Brady sign leaning against their front gate and like a robot, hammered it into the hard dirt next to the front porch.
    And while she was hammering, she was muttering under her breath. “Idiot, you idiot. What is wrong with you? Kissing your boss in the middle of the day, in the middle of your office? Haven’t you learned anything in the past two years?” The answer was obviously no. She was just as stupid now as she was then. Making bad choices. He was not the right man for her. And she was a woman with a history of falling for the wrong man.
    Fortunately she hadn’t fallen for Brady. Not really. She’d kissed him, yes, but that was all. It could be explained and forgotten, swept under the rug. They could go on as they were. After all, it was just a matter of weeks and it would all be over—the election and their working together.
    She stood on the sidewalk and observed her work. The sign was crooked just like Brady’s smile. She tore her gaze from his image on the sign. Why did he have to be so good-looking, why did he have to taste so good, be so strong, and such a good kisser. Damn, damn, damn.
    Think of Travis, she told herself. But when she thought of him she thought of him lying on Brady’s chest on her living room couch. She thought of him happily bouncing along on Brady’s back at the wild mustang ranch. She thought of Travis’s ecstatic expression when he spotted Brady in the diner.
    When she finally returned to the office, her arm aching after putting up a dozen signs, Brady was gone. There was a note on the door saying he’d be back later. She heaved a sigh of relief. She threw herself into her work, pretending nothing had happened. But she
     jumped whenever the phone rang and felt a rush of disappointment when it wasn’t him. Where was he? How was he? She left the papers on her desk to pace back and forth from her office to his. When the phone rang again it was Carla at the drugstore.
    “Tell Brady his medicine is ready, would you, Suzy?”
    “What medicine?”
    “You know, for his broken toe.”
    “For his broken toe?” She almost dropped the phone. Oh, good Lord, she’d broken his toe. She felt sick with guilt.
    “I mean for the pain. He saw Doc Haller this morning and the doc phoned in his prescription.