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chemistry between them. The heat.
    “I can’t forget and you can’t forget and it’ll never change unless we do something about it.”
    “I can’t.” She shook her head, but there was none of the dead certainty that she should have felt.
    “I want to sleep at night and I’m sure you do, too. And it’s not happening right now. I keep thinking about you. About us. About the Sexiest Seven.”
    “What makes you so sure that I don’t sleep like a baby?”
    He gave her a pointed look. “Do you?”
    Yes. No. Don’t I wish. The answers rolled through her head, but none of them quite made it to her tongue. She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. I really need to go.” She started to shut the door, but he slid over and reached out, his hand holding the door open.
    “You need me,” he told her. “And I need you. Admit it and let’s do something about it. Just admit it, Belle. Tell me what you want.”
    But she didn’t want to think about what she wanted. She shouldn’t think about it because she shouldn’t do anything about it, because she shouldn’t risk blowing her cover.
    Then again, she’d almost blown everything already. With the kiss at the reception. With the kiss yesterday.
    Because she couldn’t forget the first three of the Sexiest Seven, and she couldn’t stop wondering about the last four. About what it would feel like to step into the shower with him, or to kiss and touch in a public place, or to stroke him in a darkened movie theater, or to come apart in his arms in the close confines of an elevator with the world only a doorway away.
    It was those fantasies that had driven her to kiss him those two times, and those fantasies that would drive her over the edge and possibly ruin everything if she didn’t do something about them.
    If she didn’t turn each erotic dream into reality and regain her perspective.
    The real thing wouldn’t be as good, as consuming, as powerful. It couldn’t be. It was the whole fantasy factor that was driving her over the edge.
    And it wouldn’t stop pushing and tempting until she stopped running and hiding.
    Until she finally admitted what she really wanted.
     

    “I WANT SEX ,” S ARAH BLURTED into Houston’s ear.
    It was later that evening and he had just rolled over in bed to pick up the receiver after several rings.
    “Sarah?”
    “Yes. It’s me and I want it.”
    “Hold on a second.” He sat upright and threw his legs over the side of the mattress. He’d been stretched out on the small bed in the last available room of Cadillac’s only bed-and-breakfast—there was a quilting convention going on at the local community center. He could have gone to one of the motels up the highway, or stayed at his brother Austin’s place—Austin was single, though currently looking for a wife to satisfy Miss Marshalyn and win her land—but Houston had only intended on spending one night and he hadn’t wanted to impose on Austin. Even more, when he’d decided to stay, he hadn’t figured on spending so much time in his room. Tossing and turning. Fantasizing. Wanting.
    He’d anticipated spending his nights, and any other free time, burning up the sheets and sating his lust with Sarah.
    Unfortunately, she hadn’t been of the same mind.
    Until now.
    “You want to have sex,” he said, just to make sure he’d heard her correctly and this wasn’t just an extension of the very erotic dream he’d been having.
    “Not plain old sex. I want to finish the Sexiest Seven. The shower, the movie theater, the public rest room and the elevator.” Silence followed before she added, “Are you there?”
    “I’m here.”
    “I thought for a second you’d hung up on me.”
    “I’m hung up on you, all right, Belle, but the hanging in question has nothing to do with the phone and everything to do with me and the fact that I can’t stop thinking about how much I want you.”
    “It’s unfinished business,” she said, and he knew she felt the same heat burning her up from