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beautiful column of his neck, and she stood on tiptoe.
    And she kissed him. It wasn’t the kiss of Little Miss Mouse, either. No, the tigress was unleashed.
    At first, he went very still. And then he pressed himself hard against her, and his hands went to the small of her back and pulled her even closer into him, so close she could feel his heat, and it fueled the fire that was raging within her.
    Out of control.
    Miss Maggie Mouse was totally out of control. And loving it. His hands moved from the small of her back to tangle in her hair, to bring her lips in fuller contact with his.
    Flashpoint. Maggie was on fire. Heat, glorious and sizzling, enveloped her entire being. She could feel her bones melting, her skin, as her body met the hard line of his.
    His lips, which had looked so firm, were deliciously soft under hers, and yet no less commanding.
    He was hungry for more than a break from hospital food. That became evident very, very quickly. He plundered her mouth, his kiss hot and destructive and glorious, like slowly rolling lava. When she felt he would ignite her, as if the fire of his kiss would consume her and leave nothing behind but smoldering ash, he lifted his lips from hers. He spread small kisses from her neck to her earlobes, hot spots of delight so intense it was painful. He tormented her eyelids, and her cheeks, and the tip of her nose. She had been right about his whiskers. The scrape of them across the soft flesh of her cheek was heady. Then his lips returned to her mouth again.
    She was totally unaware of anything but him, lost in the passion of the moment, swimming in the fire, headily and completely consumed by it, her senses blocking out everything but him. The way he tasted and smelled and felt.
    The way he tasted and smelled and felt affected her, making her feel alive.
    She had been unaware that she was dead, but now she was like a sleeping princess brought to life by the touch of his lips.
    He yanked away from her.
    â€œSomeone’s coming,” he said in an undertone.
    How had he noticed that? She had noticed nothing. No better than that woman on the steps of the hospital earlier today, or that man at the booth in Morgan’s.
    She peered past Luke, saw the white jacket of a doctor coming off duty. It was someone she’d worked with occasionally in conjunction with her cases at Children’s Connection.
    He saw her, recognized her, and his eyebrows shot up.
    Furious embarrassment rushed through her body, heated and ugly.
    Maggie broke away from Luke. She grasped for her car door again. “I don’t know what came over me,” she said. “Sorry.”
    â€œSorry?” Luke said. “Are you crazy?”
    â€œApparently.” She slid into her car, using all the discipline she could muster. She couldn’t look at him again.
    But she did.
    He stood there under the dim light of the parking lot streetlamp. He was big and self-assured, all barely contained masculine grace and power. In a nutshell Luke August was way more man than she would ever be able to handle.
    Never again did she want to unleash whatever had been unleashed inside her tonight. It was too strong a drug.
    She ordered herself to drive away. She even started the engine. But Luke still stood there, his hands in his pockets, looking at her.
    What was that expression?
    He was stunned, obviously. By her performance. By how out of control she had been. Well, that made two of them.
    But there was something more there in his expression that she could not read.
    She could not explain to him what had happened just now. She could not say, I am not that kind of woman, when she had just been exactly that kind of woman. Instead, she rolled down her window, just a crack.
    â€œIt would be best if we didn’t see each other again,” she said.
    He looked at her steadily, then nodded. “I think you’re right,” he agreed.
    She drove away quickly, before he had a chance to see how much his quick