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Manora.”
    Matt whispered it. “Manora. That’s pretty. Unique.”
    “Well, apparently the first Nora was a very sweet woman. Her father always referred to her as ‘my Nora,’ so when a census taker was recording the inhabitants of their house, that’s what he heard her name as: Muh-Nora.”
    My Nora
. “Manora would sound pretty good partnered with Vogel,” he said lightly, and turning his gaze to her slowly to assess her reaction.
    She smiled and giggled. “Now I know you’re flirting.”
    “You couldn’t tell?”
    “No. You don’t have to try so hard to be nice to me, Matt. We can still be friends without you inflating my ego.”
    Matt opened his mouth to refute her cynicism, but thought better of it. Time was the only cure for that.
    The breeze was starting to pick up and Matt took note of Nora rubbing her hands together and then putting them up inside her shirt against her skin to keep them warm.
    “You ready to head back?” Matt asked, already steering back toward the ramp.
    “Do you mind? I’m not built for cold.”
    “I don’t mind at all.” He would have minded even less if he got to be the one to warm her up, pulling her naked body against his under the covers, sharing heat they created from love-making. That is, if they lasted long enough to make it under the covers.
    *
    “You want to come in for a beer?” Matt asked after pulling the canoe out of the bed of his truck and stowing it in its rack in the carport. He gave Nora a churlish wink. “Floor’s dry.” And Karen wasn’t home.
    “No, I really want to dump my camera files and see if there’s anything there worth painting. I’m having a hard time with this schedule and want to get as much as I can done before the holidays get distracting.”
    “Well, okay. Don’t be a stranger.” He put one hand out to chuck her chin again, but once his finger was there on her smooth skin and she was staring up at him daringly, he found himself not
drawing back his hand, but using it to caress the skin along her jaw. Nora seemed startled, but didn’t resist. With their eyes locked in that intimate stance, it felt right for him to wrap his other arm around her back and press her against his chest. She put up one hand against the firmness of his belly, not to resist him as he initially thought, but to steady herself for she was shaking like a leaf, and not from the cold. “What’s wrong?” he asked, putting his lips so close to her ear that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck.
    “Nothing. I guess I’m just surprised,” she said, closing her eyes as he laid slow, light kisses on her chin and neck.
    “By what?” He was whispering now.
    “I think you like me.” Her voice went breathy as Matt slid one hand down her back to grab a possessive handful of her rear.
    “Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer. When her bottom jaw fell to speak some excuse, he slid his tongue between her lips and gently probed her mouth until she reciprocated by grabbing his lip between her teeth. His hands, warm as his heart, crept up the back of her shirt and found their way around to her ribcage where he cupped the bottoms of her breasts in the bowls made by his spread thumbs and forefingers. It was a dream for Matt merely having his hands there, molding them to her perfection, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to pull that shirt off over her head and lay her bare so he could caress, stroke, lick.
    Nora obviously felt his aroused state as she shoved her hand down the front of his jeans and found the warm shaft that was starting to engorge at her attention. “Jesus,” she whispered, her eyes going wide as she wrapped her fingers around his girth.
    “That scare you?”
    “No … I mean … ”
    Matt didn’t let her answer. He lowered his head down to hers and crushed her lips beneath his, devouring her mouth and darting his tongue into its far recesses. Nora moaned beneath him, and Matt felt like he was