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outside and the wind ruffled his hair and he smelled the earthiness of fallen leaves, he did feel his muscles relax. He strolled down the drive, focusing on the crunch of the gravel under his feet. The rustle of the leaves overhead calmed him. The bite of the cold slipped through the thin material of his shirt, and even that seemed to relax him.
    This had been Katie’s favorite time of year. She loved the colors, smells. She loved Halloween. She was the only adult he’d known who planned her costume for months in advance.
    He pulled in a deep breath. Now, this felt right and normal. Thoughts of Katie. That’s what he knew and understood. He didn’t understand the wildness of the previous night.
    In fact, he didn’t want to understand. He wanted to enjoy his twilight stroll and lose himself in his memories of Katie. He walked for a while longer until the cold actually started to become uncomfortable rather than invigorating. Then he headed back to the house, feeling calmer. More normal.
    “Hi, there.”
    Jensen stopped midstride as he heard the husky, purring voice that he’d finally gotten out of his mind. Or rather, the voice that he thought he had gotten out of his head—obviously he was fantasizing again. But slowly he pivoted in the direction of the fantasy voice.
    He half-expected to see nothing, just the swaying of tree limbs, the shadows in the twilight. But there she stood, leaning against the porch railing of his childhood home.
    “Hello,” he managed, realizing he sounded as stunned as he felt.
    They stared at each other for a moment, until she pushed away from the railing.
    “So do you want to invite me in?”
    This seemed to be the patented phrasing for her pickups. So do you want to...   Fill in the blank. Of course he knew the real question she was asking. Just as he’d known last night, too.
    “Are you having problems with your home?” he asked, stalling, also using the same approach of last night. He couldn’t let her inside, even though his body was more than willing to invite her in. Hell, one part of his body was already pointing the way.
    Damn, this was not good. Not good at all. But she did look so, so tempting. As tempting as he remembered. Although she looked different somehow, too. Then he realized the leather pants and jacket were gone, replaced by a long skirt, tiered with different-colored materials. She wore a faded jean jacket. The style was more chicly hippie than tough biker tonight. Even her hair appeared longer and thicker, framing her delicate features. He liked the look. A lot. Of course, he’d liked the other look, too.
    She smiled widely. “No, my home is fine. I just want to see yours.”
    He nodded, then, almost against his will, he found himself stepping toward her. Once he reached her, he wedged past her and climbed onto the porch. Her scent enveloped him as he passed, spicy and delicious. The smell ignited him, making his body react. He pushed the front door open, then stood back to allow her to enter.
    What the hell was he doing?
    She didn’t hurry, so obviously she couldn’t see the war waging inside him. The part of him that was repeating, send her away as the other part blithely ignored it, urging her inside. Or maybe she did see, and she already knew which side would win.
    She sauntered by him, her body not making contact with his, either. It didn’t matter—his body reacted. Even more.
    “So,” he said, as he followed her into the living room, trying to stare at her narrow back, and not the sweet sway of her hips and bottom, “how did you find me?”
    “Oh, I just sniffed you out,” she said, tossing a smile over her shoulder.
    He nearly groaned. God, this woman was sexy.
    She paused in the living room, turning to face him, her pale eyes roaming down his body.
    He shifted, praying that she didn’t see the outline of his erection through his worn jeans. Good thing his shirt was untucked. Although her eyes did linger for a moment in that general