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was meant to be, a fling.
    “Do you want me to hold those for you, miss?”
    Shannon’s thoughts were interrupted by the saleswoman’s question. “Yes, please. I intend to get a couple of more items.”
    “Oh, take your time.”
    Shannon smiled. And she intended to, even tonight when she showed up at the mechanic’s apartment over the garage she planned on taking her time. Boy, would he be surprised. But she had yet to know a man to turn down a thrilling and sensual rendezvous if it was presented to him in the right way—and as she pulled another outfit off the rack, she considered herself the mistress of innovations.
    “
I’m glad to
see you weren’t a figment of my imagination that day.”
    Faith turned to see if the statement had been directed to her, and when she saw that it was, she blinked. She’d never considered the produce section of any store as a place men would try to pick up women, but evidently she had underestimated the opposite sex— this was the second time in weeks that it had happened to her.
    She sighed. All things considered, she was glad the person staring at her with intense dark eyes was not the young kid from that other day. No, this was a man in every sense of the word. He’d made the statement as if he’d seen her before, but she knew for a fact she had never seen him. He was not a man any woman would forget easily—or at all. To say he exhibited an overwhelming presence would be an understatement.
    It had been a long time since her adrenaline was acting up to the point where she could actually feel the pulse beat in her neck. And when was the last time just looking at a man made heat pool in the area between her legs? He had to be over six feet tall and then some. His skin tone was the color of rich chocolate. He had a straight nose, lips you probably could die from kissing, and to top things off, there was a dimple in his chin.
Of all the nerve.
That in itself caught her attention when he smiled, and he was smiling ... at her.
    Okay, she had a choice. She could ignore him or she could choose ... not to ignore him. The decision was quick and easy. She would not ignore him. She would go along with this game men liked to play whenever they thought they had an easy mark within their scope. In the end she would show him that although she was in awe of the package, she had a level head on her shoulders and wasn’t a woman easily swayed by a handsome face.
    “Am I supposed to know you?” she asked, placing the bag of lemons for the lemonade she intended to serve with dinner in her buggy.
    He leaned against the display of cabbage. “No, we haven’t officially met yet, but I saw you one day, a week or so ago. You were at this same store in the parking lot and were coming when I was leaving. I watched you get out of your car.”
    “Oh.”
    “Now, I’d like to introduce myself,” he said, straightening his form and coming to stand in front of her. At five-eight she wasn’t considered short by any means, and he did a job of towering over her. He held out his hand. “I’m Shane Masters.”
    Shane Masters. For some reason she liked that name. It sounded... sexy. “And I’m Faith Gilmore,” she said, placing her hand in his and immediately feeling the warmth, the texture, the strength of his grip.
    She thought about easing her hand back, but that was before she began drowning in the darkness of his gaze. Oh, he was good. If his smooth words didn’t get you, then those eyes of his definitely would. After Virgil she should be immune to the antics of a handsome man. Evidently she wasn’t. She swallowed hard. It wasn’t her fault she was a traditional girl and still wanted to hold on to those values.
    Once upon a time she’d longed to be sexually liberated like Shannon, but that lifestyle wasn’t really for her. In her book, the ideal situation was when you met someone, got real close to him, then after a while had sex ... and maybe if the timing was right, fell in love and