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hell, Seth wondered as he sipped his second whiskey, was he going to get that image out of his mind?
    The picture of Kirsten Meadows, wet and sticky, crystals of sugar clinging to her eyelashes like a dusting of snow, well, it was one damn vision no man would ever forget. She’d looked up at him like a lush, sexual, crystalline fairy, and if he’d been infinitesimally less civilized, he’d have made love to her right there in her seat.
    He shifted uncomfortably and stared into the blackness outside the plane window.
    The steward had taken a seat up front with the pilots. Alone, Seth could still hear running water from the lavatory over the drone of the jet engines.
    The woman had thick blond hair, and it was going to take a long, hot shower to get all the sugar out of it. Against his will he thought of his own hands running through her wet hair, scrubbing the sweetness out of it.
    He shifted again, and took another deep swig of the whiskey. The side of his hand was sticky where he’d helped her out of her jacket. Without thinking, he licked it. He closed his eyes, savoring the task. Plain table sugar had been made into nectar just by the addition of desire.
    He wasn’t just randy, that was for sure. Nikki, his model girlfriend du jour, was happy to comply with his needs, especially since he’d bought her a red sports car and ruby earrings to match it.
    But something unfamiliar was happening to him. Instead of wishing Nikki could fly to Montana that night for an intimate encounter, he dreaded the planned upcoming weekend he’d promised her. He no longer wanted to show Nikki the new ranch. Now he just wanted to prowl around it on his own so he could size up his new employee.
    â€œMay I come in?”
    His head snapped around, and he saw Kirsten standing in the cabin door, her small curvy form wrapped in a paisley robe the exact midnight blue of her eyes.
    â€œTake a seat. We’ve got at least two more hours of flying time.”
    She cautiously walked barefoot through the cabin, clutching the cashmere lapels of the robe together at her neckline like a spinster. Her innocent gesture charmed him in a way, but not enough for him to stop staring at her like a wolf-hound.
    Meeting his gaze, she twisted her rose-colored mouth into a rueful grin and said, “I have to say that’s never happened to me before—but then, I’ve only taken commercial flights and they put their sugar in those little packets. I now know why.” She laughed nervously.
    He laughed, too. It felt good. It released the tension in the cabin and the terrible tension in his body.
    â€œI’ll have to tell Ricky to get some of those,” he offered.
    She laughed again. Her face lit up. “Is that his name? The steward? We hardly got to know each other.”
    â€œYes, well, he got to know you,” Seth said,his words more caustic than he’d meant them to be.
    A silence permeated the cabin.
    Slowly she rose and went to get her laptop. Flustered, she said, “I guess we can finish now—”
    â€œI’m no longer working.” He raised his nearly empty whiskey glass and gestured to the bar. “Help yourself. It might do you good. You seem to be still shivering.”
    She glanced over at the bar, unsure.
    â€œGo ahead. I won’t hold it against you tomorrow. God knows I needed a drink.” With that, he emptied his glass and returned to staring out the window.
    Warily she stepped to the bar and fixed herself a drink. He was a strange man, but perhaps great wealth did that to a person. And yet there was something about him that transcended the money. Something primeval, earthy. Visceral. She saw it in his stare and in the way he always seemed to be shifting in his seat. Shifting because he couldn’t quite seem to get comfortable.
    She doubled her drink and wondered if the restlessness was catching. She certainly was restless every time she met that dark, disapproving