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an hour.”
    â€œDamn.”
    She wasn’t going to smile. She was going to stay tough. “You’re going to mind real food? Getting back to your own bed and your own place?”
    He stepped forward. “I’m going to mind not being trapped with you tonight. I’d have liked another five or six days with you. Minimum. Trapped together. Just like this.”
    A new flutter kicked up in her pulse. Not just a sexual-zing flutter, but a downright dangerous, feather flutter. He was beginning to touch that soft place that she never let anyone near. Pound on a wall, what harm could you do? But pound on that soft spot, and a girl could get hurt really badly.
    She knew how to be a wall. For damn sure, she knew how to keep her heart from being broken again. “Naw,” she said lightly. “Adventure’s always fun. But too many days of it, and we’d have run out of condoms—and food—and you’d probably have started to worry that we were getting too attached, developing ‘A Relationship’ or some crazy thing like that.”
    â€œYou think I’d worry about that, do you?”
    Nothing she said seemed to erase that dangerous gleam in his eye, so she aimed straight for the best defense there was. The truth. “We couldn’t last, Teague. But I’m not going to regret last night, and I hope you don’t.”
    â€œI don’t.”
    She hesitated. She wanted—needed—to be careful, but she didn’t want to leave the conversation with him being hurt in any way. She said softly, “Last night, I feel like…we made a memory.”
    Those steady, intense eyes never left her face. “I like that phrase. Making a memory. Doesn’t happen to me often. Not like that.”
    â€œNot for me, either. But I’m not going to be in White Hills for long. That’s for positive.” She smiled briskly. “Sheesh, we’ve got to get dressed. Clock’s ticking. We’re going to have people knocking at the door in a matter of minutes.”
    Yet when she moved toward the doorway, he didn’t seem inclined to budge. He didn’t touch her. Teague didn’t seem the kind of guy who’d touch a woman who hadn’t specifically invited it. But trying to cover herself with his carpenter’s apron suddenly seemed humorously foolish. She hadn’t minded his seeing her naked last night. She’d wanted him to. She’d wanted to be naked for him, with him. But this morning her fanny felt as if it was hanging naked in the wind in every sense.
    â€œDaisy…you really dislike White Hills that much?”
    He’d asked the question seriously, so she answered in kind. “Actually, I always loved it. At least when my family was here—we were always close. But for me, living in a small town…” She shook her head.
    â€œYou find it boring?”
    â€œNot…boring. But I always felt as if I were living in a fishbowl. Everybody knows everybody else’s business. If you wore a red dress to a funeral, everyone in a three-county radius would know it. You can’t make a mistake. You can’t want something different. You can’t be…anonymous. You have to fit the mold.”
    â€œWhat’s the mold?”
    â€œThe mold is…behaving like everyone else behaves. Around here, the most excitement on a Saturday night is watching tractors drive by and the high school football game. Women still hang out their wash. Guys wash their cars on Sunday afternoon. People pay their bills, raise their kids, compete for the coolest Christmas decorations.”
    â€œAnd all that’s bad?”
    â€œNot bad. Not bad in any way for most people.” She struggled to explain. “My mom used to say that I was the only daughter she misnamed. Daisy. The ordinary flower. When I could never seem to do anything ‘ordinary.’ I think I came out of the womb wanting to dance until dawn. And