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breasts. She had great curves, all in the right places.
    What intrigued Adam more, however, was that she played one hell of a game. He was impressed.
    “She hits better than you,” he said to Kyle.
    The woman, as if sensing them through the glass wall behind her, caught the ball deftly in her right hand and turned around. Her gaze found Adam’s and she smiled provocatively.
    “Speaking of which, I think she just hit on you ,” Kyle said.
    Adam watched her through hooded eyes. Something about her struck a familiar cord in him.
    “Go talk to her,” Kyle urged.
    “Another time. Let’s find a court before they’re all taken.”
    Adam couldn’t for the life of him get rid of that strange feeling. He practically had to tear his gaze away from her as he began to walk away.
    “Are you kidding? She’s sexy and she plays great racquet ball. Look at her.” Adam did look at her. She had returned to her game. His brow knotted into a dark frown. All of a sudden, she missed her step. Before either man knew what happened, she collapsed onto the court. Adam dropped his racquet and ran to her.
    The woman sat on the court, rubbing her ankle. Her delicate features were partially shielded by the glossy fall of her pale hair, and when she turned and looked up at him, he felt his breath catch.
    My God, this woman could pass for Kate’s sister. Yes, there were differences like the short, blonde hair and the blue eyes, but everything else about her was the same. He looked at her mouth and blinked. They were the exact same lips. A fuller bottom lip, moist, pink, her top lip well defined. Lips that were made for smiling. Lips that were definitely made for kissing.
    “Are you all right, Miss?”
    “I’m not sure. I think it may be sprained.”
    Her voice was throaty, sultry, hinting at a suggestive message as she slid a leisurely blue gaze across his wide shoulders and chiseled arms. Adam stiffened. Her voice was nothing like Kate’s well-modulated, even tone.
    “Let me take a look,” he said.
    “Please do,” she replied breathily, lowering her gaze to his hands. Adam tentatively took her ankle, turning it from side to side, all the while glancing at her face to see if she registered any pain. Nothing. Only a blatant interest in her rescuer, he thought wryly. She smiled at him, as though they shared some secret, her striking gaze resting unabashedly on his mouth.
    “No broken bones,” he said, rising. He knew Kyle was waiting for him, and he wanted to get in a good game before the evening rush came in.
    “Lucky me,” she purred. She reached for his hand, stopping him from rising, and smiled coyly at him.
    The blue of her eyes were too blue, a vivid aquamarine, he noticed. They almost looked unnatural.
    “You have a nice touch. Are you a doctor?”
    She may have looked like Kate, but she didn’t act like her. He thought about the pretty schoolteacher, her soft gray eyes mirroring her sharp intelligence, her simmering passions. He’d tasted what lay beneath her cool façade, her unwavering reserve. He recalled how Kate’s delicate features had darkened at the mention of her father and how his heart had swelled with unbidden compassion. He almost had to visibly shake the image away as he stared at the blonde woman seated on the court.
    “No, I’m not a doctor.” For civility’s sake, he added politely, “You play very well.” Just because one woman got under his skin didn’t mean this one deserved his hostility.
    “I do a lot of things well.”
    The innuendo didn’t go unnoticed by him and he smiled politely at her. “I’ve never seen you here before.”
    “First time. Are you a regular?”
    “Every Sunday.”
    “Then it won’t be my last,” she said, smiling. “I’m Katrina.”
    “Adam.”
    “Married?”
    “No. Are you always so forward?” he asked, smiling to take the edge off his tone.
    “Only when I see something I like. Do you have anyone special in your life?” He paused. Kate was special, but she