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everything inside her urged her to go for it, to have a little fun with the town’s playboy until her future husband came along. As a tremor raced through her blood, her pussy fluttered in anticipation and she took a moment to think about what it would take to gain his attention, to get him to finally notice her.
    Dear God, she couldn’t believe she was actually thinking about it, thinking about having a scandalous affair with Adam Collins.
    “So you’re going to go for it then?” Vic asked.
    “No. Never. And this conversation is over,” Josie announced, slamming her palms on the table. But the truth was, now that the two had planted that outrageous idea in her head, it was all she could do to keep her salacious gaze from straying to Adam, Whispering Cove’s most eligible bachelor—a man who, according to his reputation, knew how to light a fire in a woman, and, more importantly, knew how to tamp said fire out.
    Maybe he really was the guy who could get the job done.
    Good Lord, what was she doing? She really, really shouldn’t be thinking about Adam like this, thinking about how perfect his hard body was, how his raw sexuality reached out to her and stimulated her body like a lover’s caress, or how that sensuous mouth of his would feel on her flesh, between her legs.
    Then again, she was growing tired of waiting for J.A.D. to come along and maybe, just maybe, a little afternoon delight with a hot guy like Adam, a man who was anything but a one-woman kind of guy, was exactly what she needed to help her pass the time, soothe her raging libido and get her through the lonely, cold nights ahead.

Chapter Three
    By the time Adam settled himself into the kissing booth, the sun had set and a multitude of brightly colored lights lit up the downtown core, providing enough illumination for the townsfolk to easily stroll along the sidewalks and partake in the nighttime activities.
    The children’s festivities had shut down hours ago, and the closed-off streets were now filled with adults, many of whom were hanging out at the beer tent, or getting the life scared out of them over at Hauk’s haunted bar down on the waterfront.
    Since Adam was always up for a good scare, he thought he might venture on over there later, after his firefighter demonstration in Town Square. He glanced up to see the line of women forming on the street, all eager to trade a dollar for a kiss. Adam grinned, thinking the kissing booth trumped the psychic booth any day, but then a darker, more serious thought wiped the smile from his face.
    As his best bud Trent, who was in charge of crowd control, went to work on getting the ladies to form a straight line before he opened the booth for business, Adam took a quick moment to consider what Madame M had told him. That he’d fall in love with a woman with the initials J.C.W., and find true happiness.
    True happiness, his ass!
    Clearly the woman knew nothing about his fate, or the undeniable fact that he had his father’s blood running through his veins. Adam’s father—like his father before him, and his father before him—had never been faithful a day in his life, even when he was married. Eventually he’d up and left his wife and two sons, skipping town with a young waitress from the Seafarer. Adam heard rumors that he’d stayed with her for a little over a year before he moved on to something shinier. Sadly enough, there hadn’t been a Collins man yet to break the pattern.
    With the Collins curse handed down from one generation to the next, no one in the small town of Whispering Cove expected Adam or Jacob to be any different—including their own mother—and so far both he and his brother had lived up to those expectations.
    As far as Adam was concerned, Madame M had simply pulled the initial J.C.W. out of thin air, because he clearly had the inability to fall in love or commit for any length of time, which in his books meant true happiness.
    Despite knowing that, he wasn’t sure why that