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  She let him kiss wherever he wanted, so he went back to her mouth.

  It didn’t feel like a first kiss. Nope. This felt more like a kiss that had been waiting a long time to be born and today was the day the right two people made it happen.

  She tilted her head upward and their lips met again. Could she read his thoughts?

  Things were working out just fine. He really liked his theory about the kiss taking on a life of its own, so he just went along with the sexy thrill…

  Until she stopped kissing him.

  “I’m sorry I got tipsy and that you had to give me a ride home.”

  He’d been so swept up in the moment he hadn’t realized she’d been multitasking, kissing and thinking. And she’d finally gotten into her apology.

  “You are? Because I’m really liking how things’ve turned out.”

  She gave a gentle-lipped smile, her arms edging away from his neck. “The fresh air’s helped a lot. Oh, and thank you for not taking advantage of me.”

  “Would never do that.” He wanted to make it clear he wasn’t anything close to smarmy if that was what she thought. He wasn’t that guy, not like his father, who’d say one thing then do another, and never would be.

  Her gaze shifted from his chest to his eyes and registered some kind of sincerity. “I’m very grateful for that.” They stared at each other for a couple more beats of his pulse, which was definitely thumping stronger than usual.

  “I don’t know what kind of guys they raise in your neck of the woods, but we’re a mostly honorable bunch here.”

  “Good to know. Like I said, sorry for getting tipsy back there.”

  He liked looking at her pointy chin and long, smooth throat, and it made it hard for him to read the moment. Was she cooling off? “Don’t worry about anything. You were fine.”

  “I don’t want you to get the wrong impression about me.”

  “I haven’t and wouldn’t.”

  “Thanks.”

  “But maybe stay out of bars for a while.” He thought a little teasing might loosen her up again. “Keep your nose clean. Stay under the radar.” He disengaged his hands from her small hips and used one to demonstrate flying under the radar.

  “Hey, I’m an adult, remember?” She’d taken it good-naturedly. “And I didn’t exactly make a fool out of myself.”

  “In the bar or just now?”

  She nailed him with a disapproving stare. “I’m an emancipated woman and I kiss whomever I want, wherever I want.”

  “Got it. In fact, you can do it again if you want.”

  He’d done his job, made her laugh against her will. “Let’s make the next one a rain check, okay? I’m all kissed out for tonight.”

  All kissed out? They’d just gotten started. Maybe she wasn’t as turned on as he’d hoped.

  At least she’d said “the next one.” Yeah, that was the spirit. “Definitely.” He went along with the distancing process because he sensed she needed it, and underplayed his honest-to-goodness disappointment. Anything to make her comfortable with the fact she’d laid a pretty spectacular kiss on him right there in front of the Heritage Hotel entrance, yet didn’t want to take things any further. “Your reputation’s safe with me.”

  “My reputation is just fine, thank you very much.”

  Usually, after a kiss like that, the ladies invited him in, and even though she’d just asked for a rain check on the next one, she’d gotten her feathers ruffled over his playful comment, and it puzzled him. Maybe that’s all he could expect from a lady who was supposed to be a thoracic surgeon but hated the sight of blood.

  Gunnar had a strong hunch getting invited into her hotel room wasn’t going to happen with Lilly the jaywalking journalist anytime soon. He wanted to let her know it was okay. He was fine with taking things slow. Especially if he could look forward to more spectacular kisses like that.

  “Write some good stories for the newspaper, and no one will remember your pool-hall days.” Her head shot up. “You didn’t think I knew that, did you?”

  Those pretty brown eyes lit up. “How did you know?”

  Of course he knew she was a reporter. Hell, with all those questions about hush-hush meetings he’d have to be a damn fool not to figure it out. The lady wanted to know the secret so she could blab it all over the newspaper before the committee decided how best to handle things.

  Well, she wouldn’t find out from him, that was for sure, no matter how great she kissed.

  “For one thing, the newspaper is right across the hall from the police department and Bjork has a big mouth. For another, you’re the nosiest lady I’ve ever met. I put two and two together.”

  As if she’d been outed, she went brazen-faced. “The thing is, I want to make a big impression with a breaking story. I feel like I’m on the scent of something.”

  She was, and it was his obligation to stop her.

  “Stop trying so hard. Take some time to get a feel for Heartlandia first. You’ll figure out some angle. It may not be a big splashy lead story, but you’ll find a way to capture your audience. Maybe even the heart of the town.” He could think of a few ways she’d already captured his attention, but he was starting to sound like a big boring town guardian and needed to back off.

  She nodded infinitesimally. “You’re probably right. I try too hard.” For an instant she changed into a self-doubter, but before his eyes, she switched back to the overconfident woman from the first day he’d met her. “Well, thanks again for the ride. I’ll catch a cab to my car in the morning. See you around.”

  All business. Any possibility of her kissing him again had been taken off the table, which probably meant there wouldn’t be an offer to come inside, either. Funny how he had to keep reminding himself it wasn’t going to happen.

  Okay. He could deal with that. But she’d knocked him off balance enough to hesitate asking for her phone number, and he didn’t want to ruin the memory of that perfect kiss if she didn’t give her number to him. So, out of character, he let things lie and took a step toward the curb and his bike.

  One thing he’d already learned—Lilly liked to be the leader.

  Problem was so did he. But not today.

  “Don’t be a stranger. I work right across the hall from you,” he said, doing his best to forget the mind-boggling kiss and sound nonchalant.

  She nodded. “Okay. Good night. I had fun.” With that she headed for the entrance, waved goodbye and disappeared into the revolving door.

  He started the bike and revved the engine. Forgetting his new resolve to quit playing the field, he’d wait for her to make the next move.

  And if history repeated itself, the ladies always did.

  Chapter Four

  Saturday afternoon Lilly had a long talk with herself. Evidently her ethics regarding getting the story at all costs were in the tank. She never wanted to be caught in such a vulnerable position as getting tipsy in a strange bar, or having to accept a ride home on a motorcycle with a man she barely knew, again. But good thing Gunnar had been there like she’d planned.

  He was a law-enforcement officer and from what she’d observed, a well-respected guy. A guy making up for the sins of his father? Maybe. Most important, he was a gentleman.

  The problem was she’d lost focus on her plans drinking those beers. She’d shared far too much with Gunnar about her personal life. Did he really need to know about what a disappointment she’d been to her parents? And, as far as she was concerned—and she was sure her mother would agree with her—she’d nearly made a fool out of herself telling him the Christmas doll story, then followed that up with getting a little tipsy. What must he think?

  It wouldn’t happen again. Couldn’t.

  But she had to admit, she’d had a great time hanging out with Gunnar, and she’d surprised herself initiating the kiss, which had been more than she’d ever expected. Wow. That’s why it couldn’t happen again. She couldn’t let Gunnar get in the way of her plans. So Sunday afternoon, when she’d abse
ntmindedly picked up her cell phone to search for his phone number, she’d stopped. What was she thinking?

  On Monday, she put her best foot forward with her new boss, Mr. Bjork. She’d come to work with a gazillion ideas, each of which he’d nixed until she’d brought up doing a human interest story about the local animal controller, Kirby Nylund. Carl Bjork’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. Perhaps he had a soft spot for pets?

  Bjork also put her on assignment regarding the local firemen and a slew of recent Dumpster fires around town and along the railroad tracks. Now she felt like part of the reporting team.

  Unfortunately, the police department was just across the hall, and both the newspaper and PD offices were on either side of the lobby, their front walls being all glass, making it difficult to avoid Gunnar. Once or twice that morning she’d already seen him enter the building in all of that law-enforcement-officer splendor, filling out the perfectly ironed uniform, and sporting the low-slung duty belt, shiny badge and cop sunglasses. Totally out of character, after gawking at him she’d ducked down at her desk, below the chair-rail cubical partition in order not to be seen, and in the process had garnered more than a few odd looks from Bjork and his skeleton newspaper staff. What was it about Gunnar that caused her to repeatedly make a fool out of herself?

  Until she figured out how best to handle the big friendly—and sexy—cop, she’d avoid him like a bad story. Since Gunnar might be the source of her future news flash, Lilly couldn’t risk getting personally involved with him, compromising the story.

  But no matter how busy she’d kept herself over the past few days, bits and pieces from their fun night together—she really had to admit the bar had been the most fun she’d had in years—haunted her quiet moments. She remembered touching his face and kissing him, surprised how tender his lips were, and thinking wow, just wow, this guy was something else. He might look big and tough, but he kissed like she was the most delicate creature on earth. Then she remembered that big ol’ red flag popping into her brain… Careful, Lilly, this one could be a heartbreaker for sure.

  With all her big-city ways, she might give the impression of sophistication and world wisdom, but in reality she’d spent so much time and energy pursuing her studies and job, not to mention trying to please her parents, that she’d yet to figure out how to make time for relationships. Whatever “relationship” meant.

  She’d dated a few men here and there, but nothing came close to being serious. Who had time?

  Anyway, Lilly Matsuda had far more important things to do than get all infatuated with a bossy cop.

  Just before lunch, grateful to hit the beat, she grabbed the strap of her purse, thrust her trusty notepad and mini recorder inside, and set out, taking the back exit to avoid the big Swedish sergeant with eyes the color of pine trees.

  She’d learned well from her demanding parents that nothing must stand in the way of your goal, and Gunnar Norling was not her goal, no matter how appealing he was.

  *

  Even though Lilly lived in a hotel, it was an extended stay and she had a small kitchen with a half refrigerator, hot plate and a microwave. Just like in college. Since she’d run out of breakfast cereal and a few feminine items, Tuesday night she stopped in at the local market chain, the only place in town that didn’t carry a Scandinavian name. She pushed her cart toward aisle ten. Having just grabbed the special hair gel she’d run out of that morning, she now loaded up on the items she needed for that time of the month. After that she’d buy some fruit and cereal, oh, and she couldn’t forget the milk.

  Just before leaving the aisle, something caught her eye. Condoms.

  A certain handsome face came to mind. Gunnar.

  Hmm…what if?

  He’s not your goal. Remember.

  Another thought overrode the first.

  She was a modern girl. Shouldn’t she be prepared if the occasion ever arrived? Looking at the small box of extra fancy condoms, “ribbed with heating lubrication,” on impulse, she picked them up, read the back cover, then tossed them into her cart and moved on.

  Rounding the corner, focused on the task of groceries, she nearly ran into another shopping cart. “Oh, sorry!”

  Lilly glanced up to see Gunnar holding a couple of packages of deodorant, one in each hand, as if making the biggest decision of his life, and looking as surprised as she must have running into him.

  “Hey,” he said. “Fancy meeting you here.” He’d made his choice and put one brand back on the shelf.

  “I needed a few things.” She couldn’t help herself, and looked into his cart loaded with food items and paper products. The guy obviously lived on his own, judging by the contents of his cart, not one feminine thing to be found.

  “So how’ve you been?” He looked honestly interested.

  “Very well, thank you. How about you?” Hide the condoms! How was she supposed to do that without being obvious?

  “Not bad. Breaking into that new job?”

  “Yes,” she said, edging from behind the cart to alongside it, then standing in front of it altogether. Unfortunately, this put her in much closer proximity to him. Close enough to see those green, green eyes. “Bjork’s teaching me the ropes and sending me out on assignments.”

  “Good. Good.” The guy looked as if he wanted to settle in and have a real conversation, his expression inquisitive and his brows mildly furrowed, yet he held back. And she held her breath, preoccupied with the condoms and him not noticing them. Were they destined to discuss the weather?

  “Anything new or exciting going on in the police department?” She broke the lingering moment of silence and as she spoke leaned against the front of the cart, surreptitiously moving her other hand behind her, searching around, hoping to make contact with the naughty little box. But the cart was too deep. The condoms were out of her reach. Whatever possessed her to buy them, anyway?

  “No breaking news.” He smiled, imparting the obvious—he wouldn’t tell her anything if there was, and she could count on that. “How about you?”

  “Nope. No breaking stories.” She glanced at Gunnar, the handsome homegrown stud in fitted jeans and a blue plaid flannel shirt. Her cheeks warmed. She needed to get away from him. This was the guy she’d kissed with all of her heart the other night, and even though she’d been a little under the influence at the time, she’d really wanted to. That kiss had influenced her thoughts just moments ago. Now she’d been caught buying condoms. Wouldn’t that go right to his head. Oh, not that head!

  Her warming cheeks advanced into an all-out hot-from-the-neck-up affront.

  Lilly shook her head, hoping to clear out all the crazy thoughts. Get away. Go. Now! “Well, I better get over to the produce aisle. A girl needs her five pieces of fruit a day.”

  “Sure thing.” He glanced toward her cart, but couldn’t see around her. “The apples are good this time of year. But here’s a tip, they’re much better at the farmer’s market every Sunday afternoon. Our local growers are best.”

  Always up for a good story, she searched in her purse for the notepad, ready to scribble a reminder for that coming Sunday farmer’s market, unmanning her cart. “Thanks, I’ll do that.”

  He glanced into her cart and with a twinkle in his eyes nailed her when she glanced up again. Damn. He’d seen them.

  He winked and scratched the corner of his mouth. She could read his face so easily it was sad—Hmm, you planning on using those with me?

  “Well, I guess I better go check out,” he said, making her squirm in her tracks.

  “See you around the office building,” she said. Cringe. Every assumption known to man must be elbowing its way into his already oversize masculine ego. She needed to stay away from him.

  “Sure thing,” he said, far more confident than necessary.

  Just for the record, the one thing she wasn’t was a sure thing.

  So why did she have that little box with her other items?

  She fumed, mostly at herself, and pushed her cart toward
the back end of the aisle as he headed for the checkout clerk up front.

  Ten minutes later, having calmed down and completed her shopping, distractedly putting the contents of her cart on the small conveyor belt at the checkout, she reached for the box. Lifting it, she saw the extra fancy, ribbed-with-heating-lubrication condoms and blushed again. Gunnar’d had a frisky look on his face when he’d said goodbye, and she’d put it there because of these.

  “You gonna want that, miss?” the checker asked.

  “Oh.” Instead of letting her eyes bug out and making some excuse about having made a mistake the way she wanted to, just to spite Gunnar she handed the condoms to the clerk with her head high, looking straight into his eyes. “Yes.”

  She was a grown-up. If she wanted a box of condoms, she’d buy them, and it didn’t matter what Gunnar thought about it. But an unwanted image planted in her mind—using one of the condoms on Gunnar—and it made the tips of her ears burn hot as she left the market, one bag of groceries in each arm.

  *

  Gunnar couldn’t figure it out. It had been five days since he’d given Lilly a ride home and they’d kissed, and almost another day since she’d snuck the condoms into her grocery cart, yet she still hadn’t called him. Sure she’d been embarrassed when he’d dropped her off at her hotel last Friday, but she hadn’t been drunk or anything, just tipsy enough to need a ride home. No harm, no foul.

  His mouth twitched into a partial grin. That kiss had been damn fantastic, and this wasn’t the first time he’d thought about it since Friday night. Which was unsettling. Since when did Gunnar get all floaty-headed over the memory of a hot kiss?

  When she’d opened up about her parents pressuring her into becoming a surgeon, and how instead she’d followed her heart in college, and then told the touching story about the little girl who’d only wanted a doll, not a science lesson, well, his chest had tightened with compassion. There was definitely more to Lilly than her sexy and sophisticated exterior.