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gaze. The moment she came back to reality. Livie couldn’t
believe the intimate things she’d done with a man she barely knew.
No, correct that, a man she didn’t know at all .
    Her feelings in the car versus the office
were like night and day. This was crazy. What was she doing
following his black Lexus to somewhere in the Belmont hills? Cars
flashed by on the opposite side of the freeway, their headlights
too bright. Burn was just a shape in the vehicle ahead of her.
Anonymous. He drove sedately, probably more sedately than usual.
Near the airport, a bright blue hybrid suddenly zipped between
them, and she was almost glad. She could say she’d lost him. It was
dark, his car was black, other vehicles got in the way... But the
hybrid exited, and the Lexus was in front of her again.
    Livie’s heart was racing, her skin still
flushed from the things he’d done to her.
    “This isn’t like me,” she whispered in the
dark of the car.
    But she could still taste him, feel the
imprint of his fingers on her. God, she was still wet for him. What
they’d shared was more glorious than anything she’d fantasized. But
with fantasy, there was no guilt or shame. She didn’t jump into bed
with a man the moment she met him. She’d never had a one-night
stand. Why did she react to him this way?
    The arguments went on endlessly in her mind
until Burn took the ramp for Highway 92. She didn’t live far from
here, just a few exits up, her condo complex overlooking San
Francisco Bay where it extended down the Peninsula.
    The cars were moving too fast, not speed so
much as the feeling that they were getting closer and closer. She
followed him off another exit ramp, her car coming to stop behind
his at the light. He raised a hand, a signal that could have meant
anything from Glad you’re still behind me to Christ, I
can’t wait to get inside you .
    For once, she wanted to be like Toni. Her
sister fell head over heels for a man in the first half hour. Livie
had the same feelings, but they overwhelmed her. It was so much
simpler when Burn was just her elevator man.
    He led her along a winding route that
reminded her of a maze she’d be trapped in.
    The neighborhood was well tended, the lawns
manicured, the yards pristine, the bushes trimmed. Landscaping
included fountains, fish ponds, and even a man-made creek running
beneath a small bridge flanked by miniature Japanese pagodas.
    Burn pulled into the driveway of a bungalow
surrounded by huge rhododendrons and round, perfectly shaped tea
trees. In the spring, it would be glorious. Though there was room
on the drive, Livie pulled alongside the curb. She sat for a
moment, watching as he climbed out of his car and headed toward
her. Her palms were sweaty on the steering wheel.
    Hell, she couldn’t just sit there, so she
shoved open the door. Burn held it for her as she stood, but she
didn’t move from the vee.
    His body heat warmed her. The hard planes of
his face stole her breath. For a man who couldn’t be called
handsome, he was terribly compelling. If she let him, he’d have her
inside his house and down on his bed before she could open her
mouth to protest.
    She blurted out the words. “I changed my
mind.”
    He smiled. God, it almost melted her. She had
no clue why this man could affect her so.
    “I knew I should have made you drive with
me,” he said, his tone deep with that sexy, distinctive rasp of
his, and almost amused.
    The night air was cool, and here in the hills
the wind had kicked up. She pulled her blazer tighter around her.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a tease.”
    “Don’t apologize to me for what you feel.” He
put his hand to her cheek. His palm was large, warm, and slightly
rough. The man exuded compassion as easily as he did
sensuality.
    With a last sweep of his finger across her
cheek, he dropped his hand. “I rushed you,” he went on. “I should
have taken you to dinner. Or at least that drink I promised you.”
His gaze roamed her face like a