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out of the parking lot. “So do you like fishing?”
    “I—look forward to spending time with my son
and my dad. The fishing bit…not so much. I like boats, though.”
    “Motor boats, I bet. Going fast, skimming
across the water.”
    “Yep. You?”
    She glanced over. “I like motor boats,
too.”
    “Well, then.”
    The tone of his voice warmed her, but she had
no idea what he’d been going to say next because she pulled up in
front of his house. Stupid small towns. She shifted into park, and
he leaned down to peer at the house through the windshield. The
porch light and living room light were blazing.
    “Mom was worried I wouldn’t find my way home,
I guess.”
    “Moms are like that.”
    “Thanks for the ride.” He leaned over and
before she realized what he was doing, she turned toward him.
    The kiss meant for her cheek caught half of
her mouth, and she gasped in surprise. He drew back just a little
as she wished for the floorboard to open up and let her escape with
her humiliation. Instead, she was trapped as the look in his eyes
shifted, became something else, something that sent a thrill of
alarm and anticipation through her. He curved his hand around the
back of her head, threading his fingers through her hair, as he
drew her forward and angled his lips over hers.
    His lips were soft and dry as they brushed
over hers once, twice, then settled over her mouth, taking
advantage of her soft sigh. His thumb caressed her temple as his
tongue teased the seam of her lips, dipping inside, filling her
with the yeasty taste of beer and the warmth of him. She lifted her
hands to his shoulders, then his jaw, her palm caressing the
stubble there, before gliding back into the short hair at the back
of his neck.
    Her elbow hit the horn briefly, enough to
jolt them both back into reality. He pulled back, his fingers
trailing in the ends of her hair, the look on his face one of
regret—that he’d kissed her or that he’d stopped, she didn’t know.
Didn’t want to know.
    He opened the door and swung his long legs
out. “Good night, Trinity. Be careful.”
    She managed a nod, and forced herself to
drive away instead of watching him approach the house.
    Maybe he was the perfect man to get involved
with. He was sexy and he wanted her, and he wouldn’t be around
long.
    Then she wouldn’t have to tell him about her
daughter.

Chapter Five
     
     
    Leo rested his head against the side of the
boat, his cap pulled over his eyes, and listened to the silence
around him. Other than the occasional murmur by his father or Max,
the only sounds were the birds, the water slapping the hull and the
occasional other boater powering out farther onto the lake. He’d
tried conversation, only to be shut down by the other two
generations. So he stretched out in the sun, hat pulled low, and
thought about Trinity.
    He sure as hell hadn’t planned to kiss her
last night. He didn’t know what made him lean to kiss her cheek—he
wasn’t a cheek-kisser. But he’d felt he needed to do something, and
when she turned, well, all bets were off. He’d loved feeling her
hands on his skin, in her hair, and could have kissed her for
hours, because once she overcame her surprise, wow. He’d used all
his self-control so he didn’t drag her across the console and onto
his lap. Wouldn’t do for the reverend’s sister to be caught necking
in a car.
    Everything about his impulse was wrong. He
had to concentrate on Max, she worked with Max. She knew everything
about him and he knew nothing about her, except she was gorgeous
and generous and kissed like a fantasy. He could ask Lily, maybe,
but wasn’t sure he wanted to reveal that much about himself.
    Besides, he wasn’t sticking around. He didn’t
want a relationship.
    He’d been with a couple of women since Liv
died, he wasn’t going to lie, but nothing serious, nothing more
than a night, a release. But Trinity was different, drew him in a
different way that he couldn’t identify and didn’t