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to
apologize to you. Big time.”
    “As
well you should,” Heath agreed, solemnly. “I deserve two apologies.”
    “Don’t
push it,” she warned him, giving him a pinch in the side. “I told you that you
startled me.”
    Her
hands on his body made him want to groan. “I don’t know how I could have. I
asked you three times for a glass of punch.”
    Cato
studied his face, realizing he had no idea of her handicap. Hadn’t he heard her
agree when he asked if she was deaf? Apparently not. Oh, the temptation to keep
the information to herself. To have a man see her as average—normal—just like
anyone else. “I’m sorry, I said I didn’t hear you.”
    “Well,”
he took a deep breath and let it out slowly, “I guess the band was loud. And
everybody was talking.”
    “Are
you married?” The thought sprang to her mind and she asked it without thinking.
    Married?
Holy hell! Heath pulled back farther, putting another two inches between their
bodies. “No, and I’m not planning on getting married either!”
    Ah,
the gauntlet had been tossed down. Cato patted his chest. “Calm down, no one is
picking out china patterns.”
    “It
wouldn’t do you any good if you did.” Heath spouted off, trying to ignore how
sweet she smelled and how good she felt in his arms. Man, he needed to get out
of here. Women like this should be illegal. He needed something to distract
him, some adventure. Hell, where was Jimmy Dushku when he needed him?  
    “Well,
we’ll see.” She gave him another heart-stopping smile. “I’ll go easy on you.”
When he looked decidedly uncomfortable, she decided to level with him. “You can
relax. I’m not going to bonk you over the head and kidnap you.” Pity, he was
unbelievable hot. “And to answer your earlier question—again. The reason I
didn’t respond to you when you asked me for punch was because I couldn’t see
your lips.”
    He
was confused. Her beauty must be muddling his brain. “I don’t understand.”
    “You
asked me if I was deaf and the answer is yes, I am.” She told him the truth,
watching his face carefully. “My condition doesn’t change who I am, Heath. I’m
just a regular girl. I’m nice and fun to be with, I just can’t hear.” Her
mother, God rest her soul, had not been entirely successful in stripping Cato
of her self-confidence. She tried to be the best person she could be and anyone
who didn’t want to be around her—well, it was just their loss. Still, she held
her breath, waiting for Heath McCoy’s reaction. For some reason, it was very
important to her.
    “Deaf?”
He looked at her perfect face, the big doe eyes, the slender neck which he
would love to lick and taste. Surely, he misunderstood. “You can’t hear me? At
all?”
    “No.”
Cato shook her head sadly.   
    “But
you can speak.” Heath insisted, as if that made all the difference in the
world. Her voice was different, adorable really, but nothing like he would have
expected, knowing her circumstances. 
    “I
was eleven when I lost my hearing. It’s not the same as being deaf from birth.”
    “Hell,
I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t
be, I’m well adjusted.” She patted his shoulder reassuringly.
    “Yes,
you are. How do you dance?” Heath persisted. They weren’t really dancing now.
He was mostly just moving in a slow circle—she was doing all the work.
    Cato
couldn’t resist, she might not get a chance to practice her flirting skills
again for a while. And to say she was attracted to this man was the
understatement of the decade. Pushing up against him, Cato ground her lower
body into his, her self-confidence skyrocketing when she encountered a baseball
bat size erection. “Very well. Don’t you think so?” Her action made him groan.
Cato didn’t miss that—his entire chest vibrated.  
    Holy
Hell. Even though he knew it wasn’t a good idea, Heath couldn’t resist. He
lowered his head and kissed her hard, once on the lips. Lord Have Mercy. Pure
sugar.
    Cato
almost