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time it was my phone.
    Gabe spanned his hands around my waist. “Ignore it. I want you naked. No distractions.”
    Sharp regret cut through my lust. “I have to answer it. It might be the school about the boys.”
    Gabe groaned and stepped back. I took a last look at him—his shirt hung open, revealing a hard chest covered in warm olive skin. His pants lay open, revealing a throbbing erection.
    But I was a mother, too.
    I went to the phone on my nightstand. “Hello.”
    “Sam? You sound breathless.”
    “Linda?” Cripes, what timing! I wished I hadn’t answered the stupid phone! And just what did the PTA president want? My volunteering days were over. I immediately started making a mental list of excuses, then jumped a foot when I felt Gabe slide his arms around my naked waist.
    In my ear, Linda said, “I just wondered what was going on with Angel? I heard she was missing, then she’s back. And she looked sort of mad at the casino over the weekend. Is she all right?”
    What? Did she say something about Angel? It was hard to concentrate. Gabe undid the snap of my jeans. I heard the hiss of the zipper sliding down. Then he tugged the jeans down my hips.
    “Sam?”
    Linda! On the phone. About Angel. “Angel’s fine, Linda.” The cool air hit my naked butt. I started babbling. “She was just away on business. And you know how it is, since Angel and Hugh are divorced, they don’t like talking about each other.” My jeans and panties were pooled at my ankles. Gabe leaned around me. I could feel his heated skin, and his engorged penis pressing into me. He was naked. He slid one hand into the cup of my bra and the other hand between my legs. “Linda, I have to—”
    She cut me off. “I’m glad Angel’s all right. Uh, Sam, you know the Harvest Festival is coming up at the school. What booth can I put you down for?”
    “Harvest Festival?” I didn’t even know what I was saying. My entire being focused in on the feel of Gabe’s body behind me. The touch of his lips on the back of my neck. My breasts pulling tight as he teased my nipples. And lower, where he parted me and stroked me, making me wet and ready to beg. He brought me to the edge. He slid a finger inside of me, lifted his mouth off my neck to whisper into my ear, “Hang up.”
    I said into the phone, “What? Linda, you are breaking up. I can’t h—” I hung up and tried to turn.
    He held me in place. “I want you like this. Now. Like I saw you over the car.”
    I should have felt awkward, but I didn’t. Not with Gabe. He took his hands from pleasuring me to take hold of my hands and put them on the nightstand.
    He slid into me, filling up the ache he created.
    The phone rang.
    I didn’t care. I rocked back against Gabe, ripping a groan from him. He reacted by grabbing my hips and thrusting into me. The thing between us, the heat, the needs, grew and stoked the flames into a firestorm. I lost track of everything but the two of us. “Gabe . . .”
    He leaned over me, surrounding me, and slid his hand down my belly to touch me into an orgasm. “Mine, Sam.” His words were as deep and consuming as the orgasm that followed them.

5
    I came out of the bathroom to find Gabe on his cell phone. “I’m on my way, Dee.” He ended the call.
    Die, Dee, Die. I was more raw than usual where Gabe was concerned. Sex with Gabe forced up the feelings I struggled to control. There were a couple of reasons I hadn’t committed to Gabe about getting my PI license. First, I loved Heart Mates. I wasn’t giving up my dating service.
    The incredible thing was that Gabe understood that. Even more incredible, he believed I could do it all, have Heart Mates and get my PI license. He knew that getting my license would represent a kind of power that I’d never had in my life—the power to try to find out who my biological dad was, for instance.
    The second reason I couldn’t commit was that the lines between our lives keep blurring, and that scared the hell out