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him?
    Bad question. Irresponsible question. She had to stop thinking about kissing him.
    He said her name again, even more softly than before.
    â€œUm. Yeah?”
    He was almost smiling—as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. “Would you like to see the kitchen?” He gestured toward the open door.
    â€œTerrific. The kitchen.” She turned and stepped through the doorway into a roomy breakfast nook with a picture window that looked out, like the one in the laundry room, on the backyard. “Very nice.”
    â€œLots of light,” he said from behind her, and the sound of his voice seemed to vibrate all through her, it was so warm. And much too exciting.
    She stared at the granite-topped peninsula thatmarked off the kitchen area. “A Viking cooktop,” she said on an exhaled breath. “Impressive.”
    â€œSub-Zero refrigerator,” he murmured, still behind her— closer behind her, as a matter of fact.
    She felt the naughty smile as it tugged on the corner of her mouth. “Next you’ll be telling me that’s a Bosch dishwasher.”
    â€œTwo of them.”
    â€œNo…”
    â€œYeah. See? On the opposite side of the sink?”
    â€œWow.”
    â€œIt’s the latest thing. For busy families and time-crunched executives. You can live your whole life without ever putting the dishes away. You use them straight from one dishwasher, loading them into the other until it’s full. Then you switch.” He stood right behind her now. “I’m all for efficiency.” His whisper was as intimate as a caress.
    â€œUh, yeah. Me, too.” It took all the willpower she possessed not to lean back against him with a surrendering sigh, not to give in to the potent desire to feel those strong arms of his closing around her. “I love the light fixtures, too,” she said, breathlessly.
    â€œThat pleases me no end—that you like them.”
    â€œI do.” I do? Was she out of her mind? Telling Greg Banning I do? This had to stop. She needed to…turn around, for crying out loud. Turn around and face him.
    Somehow, she mustered the gumption to do just that. She turned and found herself looking straight at his power tie and his strong, tanned neck. She cleared her throat.
    â€œWhat?” he said. Though she was looking at his tie and not his face, she knew he was smiling. She could hear that smile in his voice.
    She tipped her head up and met his eyes. Gorgeous eyes. Standing so close, she could see a rim of ebony around the brown irises and little rays of gold coming off the dark pupils. “Time to…move on.”
    He nodded. Slowly. “You got it.” And again he gestured—this time through the kitchen area to the arch that led to the dining room. She turned and pointed herself in the direction he’d indicated.
    In the dining room, she admired the hardwood floor and the simple craftsman-style stained glass chandelier that hung over the place where the table should have been.
    Before he could move too close and get her thinking about kissing him again, she kept going, into the great room, with its big brick fireplace, cherry mantel and twin tall windows looking out on the front yard.
    â€œBeautiful,” she said, and, “Very nice,” as they moved through the central hallway.
    He pointed at a shut door. “Half bath,” he stated.
    â€œA must.”
    He sent her a look that managed to be both humorous and sexy. Big trouble, oh, yes. She kept her mouth shut and answered his look with a shrug. He led her on to the master suite.
    She didn’t linger there. Uh-uh. Even without a bed to get her thinking of all the intimacies she was never going to share with him, the master bedroom was still a dangerous place for the two of them to be.
    She hurried on into the master bath. “Two sinks. A necessity.”
    â€œYeah. I thought so, too.”
    There was also a huge shower and a sunken tub