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you.”
    “I missed you too, sweetheart,” Max whispered into her hair, dropped his hands to the small of her back, and pulled her tightly against him. He laid claim to her mouth again and kissed her long and hard until they had no choice but to come up for air.
    Libby blinked up at Max, barely able to speak. “Where did you learn to kiss like that?”
    Max’s eyes shimmered like blue diamonds. “Best compliment ever.” His smile made hers bigger. He ran his thumb across the fullness of her lips, making her tremble again. He laid his forehead on hers. “I wanted to march over to your cabin so many times in the past couple of days and kiss you until we were breathless.” He shook his head. “I should have.” Max lifted her chin. “Libby, there’s so much I need to say. Is there any chance…?” Before he could finish the question a mound of snow fell from the roof. The frozen powder went everywhere—in their hair, down the front of their jackets, in their boots.
    “Brr! That’s so cold.” Libby pulled her jacket open to let the snow-fall out.
    Max brushed the white stuff from her hair and shoulders. She did the same to him.
    “Like I started to say, would you like to go back to my cabin?”
    Libby was overwhelmed at the thought, but she didn’t hesitate even a second. “I’d love to.”
    In some ways, hooking up with Max made no sense, yet it was flawless logic. They were two misfits who seemed to inspire one another. Plus when they kissed, they generated enough heat to bring the snow off rooftops.
    Libby’s subconscious warned what it meant to go to Max’s cabin. They were going to make love, but they weren’t in love and the potential for regret was huge. She should probably listen to the inner-voice that had been her mainstay these last few weeks, but the passion pumping through her was stealing her ability to hear anything except the rapid thud of her heart.
    Max folded her hand in his and carefully guided them to the passenger side of his car. He kissed her again, and any lingering doubt about accompanying him back to the cabin vanished. Right or wrong, she wanted Max.
    Max ran his thumb down her bottom lip, across her chin, and tenderly down to the hollow of her throat, Libby thanked him with a moan that she couldn’t hold back if she tried.
    “We’ll come back for your car later.”
    Libby nodded with a grin.
    “They won’t tow it if we don’t come back for a few days, will they?”
    Max’s eyes went wide but he also smiled. “If they do, I’ll buy you a new one.”
    Libby giggled against his chest to keep from saying the things firing through her brain—that with just a look he took her breath away and when he kissed her, he removed her inhibitions, and how she was sure that when they made love he would get the rest of her: heart, soul and body. Although, she was fairly certain she gave him her heart on…day one? No way. Her subconscious tapped her with the truth—yes way!
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    At the corner of Duck Drive and Mallard Lane, Libby nudged Max with her elbow. “Stop the car!”
    Max hit the brakes. “What’s wrong?”
    Libby pulled her lips in to ward off a grin.
    Max cocked an eyebrow.
    “Put it in Park,” Libby urged, easing out of her jacket and tossing it in the back seat. She tugged at Max’s jacket until it was off too. She looked in every direction and slid into his lap. “Since we’re the only ones in the campground…”
    Max laid his head back and Libby moved in with a kiss. She devoured his mouth and ran her hands through his hair. He moaned, prompting her to move from his mouth to the soft flesh under his chin. She suckled lightly and nipped her way to his ear where she grazed his lobe with her tongue.
    “Libby, honey,” Max whispered, the rasp of passion cracking his voice, “I…” Instead of finishing his thought, he moaned again and worked his hands under her shirt. He cupped her breasts over her bra. Something so simple blasted Libby with so much heat it