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oversized sundress had shifted off the shoulder. He smelled of citrus and pine.
    And it was such a seductive scent—and yet, when she went to the grocery store, oranges didn’t make her blush and in the woods outside her house, the conifers didn’t make her body feel something like hunger but a whole lot warmer.
    â€œI made a mistake,” she said. “It’s just…it’s just…it’s just…”
    â€œIt’s just what?” he asked, turning her around. His arms felt so natural around her waist that she didn’t protest, although she buried her head lowinto his chest so that she didn’t have to look him in the eye. His heartbeat was strong and calming. “Talk to me, Stacy. What’s going on?”
    â€œI just want one chance,” she said, bursting at the seams with a secret that had never been shared. “Just one chance. That’s all I’m looking for.”
    â€œOne chance at what?”
    â€œAt everything.”
    â€œEverything?”
    â€œSex.”
    â€œWe call it making love,” he said gently. “And it hasn’t happened for you before? No, don’t turn away. Tell me.”
    Her head drooped to her chest. He brought her chin up with the palm of his hand.
    She stretched her neck to the right. His hand guided her back to his inquisitive stare.
    She jerked her head to the left.
    He leaned close.
    He smiled that charming smile, a little indulgently. It took a lot of self-discipline to resist him.
    He wasn’t giving up.
    â€œNo, never. Never, never, never, never,” she admitted. “All right? Never. And it’s not going to happen if it doesn’t happen now.”
    â€œTwenty-eight isn’t—”
    She put her hand on his soft, full lower lip.
    â€œDon’t say it. Twenty-eight is too old to be a virgin.”
    His gray eyes widened.
    â€œA virgin?”
    She jerked her hand back as if she had touched a red-hot stove.

Chapter Eight
    â€œIt’s okay to be a virgin,” he said.
    â€œIt’s not when you’re my age.”
    â€œNo, it’s fine. It’s just…different. It’s kind of sweet.”
    â€œAdam, you’re being nice.”
    â€œNo, really.”
    He guided her to the porch swing, his arm tensing only once when she tried to wriggle out of his embrace.
    â€œSit. And tell me the whole sorry story.”
    â€œI’m an old maid.”
    â€œYou didn’t start off life that way.”
    â€œNo, I thought my life would be different, that’s true. I thought I’d be married by now. A few kids. But a month ago, I woke up and realized—I forgot to get married. I forgot to have kids.”
    â€œYou didn’t forget.”
    â€œNo, other things got in the way.”
    They sat in silence for several minutes.
    â€œCome on, it’s okay. Tell me how this happened. How did your life go in such a direction?”
    â€œAll right, but stop me when you get bored.”
    â€œI never get bored.”
    â€œMy father ran a landscaping company that did all the yard work and gardening for the resorts in the next county. He saved up enough to send me to the University of Wisconsin. I was half-way through my freshman year when I got the call from my sister. My father had had a series of strokes. He needed around-the-clock care. I was the natural choice.”
    She caught his look.
    â€œMy sister Marion had just started married life, and then, later, she got pregnant. She couldn’t have handled more. And a nursing home—none of us could bear the thought. He had been our mother and father since our own mother died. We love—we loved him so much. When I came home we thought it would be a few months. Just until he got better.”
    â€œAnd it turned into eight years.”
    â€œEight years that ended just last month.”
    â€œI’m sorry he died.”
    â€œDon’t be. At the end, he was so dependent it made him