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the heat of his body warming her as awareness tingled through her veins. “More champagne?” he asked as he topped off his own glass.
    “Maybe just a little.”
    “Can’t save champagne, darlin’, so drink up.”
    He filled her glass to within a hair of the rim. And he’d called her darlin’. Though if she were being honest, she didn’t really mind being called Hot Stuff. Made her feel kind of sexy, which she hadn’t felt in...well, a long time.
    She sucked the bubbly down in half the time it took to sip the first glass, and then twirled it beneath his nose for more. She grinned, relaxed and cozy. He grinned back and poured her another.
    They watched the movie in silence. Lindy found herself leaning Drew’s way as the heroine on screen ran for her life toward the sanctuary of her car in the nearly empty mall parking lot. She managed to cram the key in the lock a split second before the killer caught her by the back of the hair. Her bloodcurdling scream rent the air as fate became a reality. The killer slapped a hand over her mouth as his bowie knife plunged into her back.
    “I still can’t believe you like these kinds of movies.” Drew stretched his legs before casting her a sidelong glance.
    “Why’s that?”
    He shrugged. “Chicks getting cut to shreds by some psycho nut? Didn’t think in a million years you’d care for it.”
    “I love blood and guts movies. Always have. Used to watch them with my Grandma Kate.”
    He stared at her for a second. “Hot Stuff, just when I think I have you figured out, you surprise the hell out of me.”
    It was Lindy’s turn to shrug, though a small smile played about her lips. She loved the fact he was finally seeing her in a new light; not just as the spoiled rich girl. Though, admittedly, she hadn’t shown him much else to judge her by. “Can I get some more champagne, please?”
    He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then shrugged. “Sure.”
    After she’d drained her glass for the fourth time, Drew took it from her and declared, “I’m pretty sure you’ve had enough now.”
    “Hey, you’re the one who said to drink up, Bucko.”
    One brow rose. “Bucko? Really?”
    “Bucko...Bucko...yeah, I like it. Bu-cko. Buuu-cko. BuckoBuckoBucko.” She giggled. “I love that word. It’s my new favorite word. Seriously.”
    Drew shook his head, but a reluctant smile crooked his mouth. That perfectly perfect mouth. Man, did he have nice lips.
    “Okay, I think it’s time for me to leave and for you to get some sleep.”
    “Hel-lo.” She gestured toward the champagne bottle. “We’re not finished yet. You’re the one who said we can’t save it.” After a brief attempt to snatch her glass back, Lindy broke out into a serious case of the giggles.
    Drew laughed and set her glass on the nightstand. “Not much of a drinker, are you, Hot Stuff? Sure are entertaining, though, I’ll give you that.”
    Entertaining? She’d give the big lug entertaining... Lug. LugLugLug . Lindy grinned. The champagne had definitely gone to her head—as well as her libido. The naughty thoughts racing through her mind kick-started a slow burn in her core. She wanted him. Now. And she was almost positive he wanted her, too. Just one time. Work him out of your system so you can focus on the job you came to do and get back home to L.A.
    She hiked a leg over his lap, straddling him. Drew settled his hands at her waist, looking quite surprised by her boldness. Heck, she was plenty surprised herself. She gave an experimental wiggle, drawing a groan from him.
    “Christ, darlin’, I’m not made of stone.”
    She wiggled again, casting him a coquettish look through her lashes. “You do a pretty good imitation.”
    “You’re killing me, Hot Stuff.”
    Throwing caution to the wind, she leaned down and kissed him—just laid one on him. A low growl rumbled in his chest, and his grip tightened as he pulled her flush against his chest. He deepened the kiss, tilting his head and slanting his